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failtography) wrote2017-01-15 12:21 pm
failtography) wrote2017-01-15 12:21 pm
☆ QUICKIES
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( silence.
small cheep. ) There! That didn't come from outside.
... That's a really big box for a chicken.
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Did you piss someone off?
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If it's a chicken though we should probably open it - the box doesn't look comfy. ( he has claustrophobia ok he totally knows he'd freak out if he'd been the one in there ) We can take it to the farm or something.
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[ Smiling through it, though. That's her guy, unable to tolerate the suffering of even a chicken who was probably sent as an insult. ]
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( the carpet's probably ugly anyway who cares aranea
anyway he'll be opening it really carefully because he still has no idea if it's some kind of trap or w/e but he finally lifts the lid and peering out from a nest of straw is a jet-black something which is most definitely not a chicken, but prompto's eyes are already widening because he's seen this animal before; they rescued the egg from its nest -- they? him, and ignis and gladio and another boy with dark hair and deep blue eyes. his name escapes prompto for now, but the blond knows full well it's a - ) Chocobo.
( the word sounds so familiar, like he's known it all his life, and with it comes a massive wave of affection he had no idea he could harbour for the tiny bird. ) I know her, she's the last of her species!
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Huh. She's kinda cute.
[ but ]
If she's the last of her kind, what's she doing here? In a box?
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( he crouches a little so he can peer at the little chick over the rim of her box, reaching in to stroke the downy feathers on her back as she cheeps questioningly. ) It's weird, I know her from somewhere -- there were more, too - bigger, but their feathers were different. Yellow, mostly. ( it's fuzzy, but things are coming back little by little. ) They got so big you could put a saddle on and everything, too.
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They can swim.
[ Confident. It's true, she just... doesn't know how she knows. He hand settles on his shoulder, gives him a little squeeze. ]
Pick her up.
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( at the encouragement prompto reaches in gingerly - ) Hey, buddy. Just gonna pick you up for a bit, okay? ( he's careful not to jostle the chick too much as its small wings flutter from the sudden change in balance, but she seems perfectly content to be carried and cradled in his skinny arms, clawed legs folding back underneath her as she settles down.
prompto probably looks like he's about to explode from happiness tbh THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF HIS LIFE ) She's so soft!!! And warm, too.
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LOOK AT HIM
He's so happy, and the bird seems pretty content. It's cute as fuck.]
Aw. She likes you.
WHY IS THIS SO LONG NOW IM MAD
( there's a tiny pang of sadness, the thought of saying goodbye to his new friend that stings, but prompto knows too that missing a lost pet is also the worst. )
Found an injured puppy on the street when I was a kid - her owner was so happy when she made it home safe. ( wait, where'd that come from? the streets he remembers look vastly different from any in this town; he never moved, as far as prompto can recall, and he would dismiss it as a vivid dream if the details didn't come back clearer the more he thought about it; that's right, it was a narrow two-storey house in the suburbs of a bustling city with grey and silver buildings that lit up like beacons in the night - but where? prompto makes a mental note of it to wrack his memory again later, instead leaning down the slightest bit to address the chick directly. ) How about you, huh? Is someone missin' you now?
2 many chocofeels
and she's gazing at him, the same sort of look on her face. Of course he'll look for her owner, because he's just that person, but Aranea can't help hoping nobody responds. He looks so happy, and she leans her face close to press a little kiss to his temple, and --
actually, maybe it's cool if someone shows up. The bird kinda smells. ]
Weird for her to show up on the doorstep all gift-wrapped if she's lost. Maybe go ahead and make friends just in case.
[ And she very slowly, very tentatively, lifts a hand to stroke over the chick's back.
Oooh, she is soft. ]
hrrrrngh
how did it end up like this, but the flush immediately rises and colours the tips of his ears and nose pink. one day he'll know how he even got so lucky --just then an idea hits, and the smile on prompto's face is probably brighter than the sun when he makes his next suggestion: ) Say, wanna hold her?
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the bird is clearly Prompto's thing
but that look on his face, damn it. She's screwed. ]
Sure. So I just...
[ Great with animals, over here. She awkwardly holds her arms out, ready to get birded. ]
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[ The chocobo sort of nestles in, settling against the cradle of Aranea's arms and her... ample cushioning, and she laughs quietly. ]
Right, you don't know him yet. You'll get used to it.
lmao
the camera obvs ) Not gonna miss a chance to get a photo of my two best girls together!
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[ She's still talking to the birb though, so that's a good sign, at least? ]
Alright, Avedon. Make it quick.
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( it's honestly the most precious thing prompto's ever seen, and he's rescued puppies. ) Say cheese!
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[ Close enough. But she's helping! Turning sideways so the little chocobo's face is towards the camera, and turning her own head back to him to look at him over her shoulder. Despite the posing, her smile is genuine. He looks so happy. This bird better have been left for him by someone who was in a position to give it to him, and not as a cruel joke.
If it's the latter, someone's getting lanced. ]
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[ He's a red-blooded young man, he should definitely want a pair of beautiful ladies ganging up on him. Just maybe not when one's a bird. And she's about to make a joke to that effect when the chococbo's tail flutters a little against her arms, and there's a sensation of wet warmth.
Aranea's smile constricts into a lemony little twist of her mouth.]
Take her back.
i still feel personally responsible this happened sorry aranea..
he has to suppress his laughter, unfortunate as the whole thing is, while he reaches for the box and holds it out so that aranea can plop the bird back down into it. ) Um. Maybe she didn't know how else to say she wasn't a fan of your top...
it WAS your idea...
[ SHE WOULD NEVER, and hopefully that comes across in her tone of voice. Don't panic, Prompto. Meanwhile she peels the soiled shirt off, and pauses to give the chocobo's head a little rub before she stands. ]
I happen to like this shirt, so I'm gonna go soak it. You make friends. Maybe put some newspaper down.
now i regret it. a little
prompto's quick to turn his attention back to the chick, however, because she's started chirping again. ) Okay, okay. Whaddya need, huh? ( he... can think of a few things. she could be cold, or maybe she needs water, or she's hungry... well, one at a time.
the water's easy to fetch so he tries that first, setting a shallow dish down next to the chick once she's out of her box again, but she seems to lose interest in it after an experimental peck or two at the water, and prompto instead has to resort to rummaging around the kitchen for anything that might be palatable for such an animal. ) Uh, babe? ( the call is muffled in the chill air of the fridge. ) What else do birds eat besides, Iunno. Corn?
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