prompto talks to a fluffbirb [closed]

[n_octis]

[ The darkest hour comes before the dawn. At least, that's what Stella believes - and that's why she awakens to watch sunrises. That is, if she had managed to sleep. But after watching everything over the past two days, she barely slept last night. She'd noticed, however, her charge had been growing... hair.

A lot of hair. Almost a mane, over his shoulders and head. It didn't seem too much of a worry, however... should it be? He's felt different for the past few days. As long as it's not much, it's fine.

But she's sitting, looking out to the rising sun. ]

 

It still feels the same, even across the Stars.

 

[ She's waiting by Noctis, for Prompto. Because... she needs to talk to him, alone. And isn't this the best way? Wait for him to wake up and gently goad him until they can discuss serious matters. ]

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[n_octis]

[ Okay, he usually wouldn't like it from anybody else, but this is his best friend (from another world? It still was something he didn't want to think about, even if it was fact. He would not make a good King of Truth.) So you can stroke him all you want.

However, he does give a little mock-pout at Prompto. He sleeps perfectly fine thank you very much. ]

I can handle...

[ ...There's another pause. Yes he likes this a lot. But also: ] How.

[ He doesn't have a rod - and even if he likes Stella, she isn't a Pokemon who fishes well. She's not even a fish. (Yet.) Maybe they'll need to go into town. ]

[photoshooter]

Oh. Uh. I didn't think about that.

[He reaches up to flatten some of his own hair back, frowning thoughtfully at the horizon.]

I guess I could... go into town and get a part-time job, maybe, and earn enough gil to buy a rod for us? Probably can't do it in time for lunch, but I can try. How much do those run, anyway?