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I hope so! ( internally he's just grateful the chick is comfortable enough that she doesn't freak out when he smooshes his face into her feathers a little. prompto still can't remember where exactly he met her previously, but what he does know is he's been absolutely dying for a chance to do this. ) Wonder if she belongs to anyone... Think I should just ask around, to make sure?

( 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?

[ He's gazing adoringly at the chocobo

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. ]

Yeah - wouldn't hurt to try. ( it was only a kiss ~~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?

[ What no she doesn't want to hold her

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. ]

Y'can just make a kind of cradle with your arms like what I'm doing, then hold still. I'll just... get her over there -- ( it takes a few tries, but eventually he gets a flustered baby bird maneuvered into aranea's arms before darting off into another room quickly. ) Back in a sec!

Three guesses what he's up to.

[ 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.

( GUESS WHAT he's running back with the other love of his life

the camera obvs ) Not gonna miss a chance to get a photo of my two best girls together!

I'm not saying it'll be easy. I'm just saying you'll get used to it.

[ She's still talking to the birb though, so that's a good sign, at least? ]

Alright, Avedon. Make it quick.

Aw, looks like she's really taken to you! Gettin' all comfy like that.

( it's honestly the most precious thing prompto's ever seen, and he's rescued puppies. ) Say cheese!

Cheesy.

[ 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. ]

Perfect. ( and he isn't just saying it lightly because that's how it truly is; from the way aranea's stormy silver bangs fall around her lovely face and frame it just right to the contented little bird blinking inquisitively in her arms. prompto gets it in a single snap, because it's completely flawless from the get-go, and he sets the camera down immediately after with a chuckle. ) I'd offer to take her back, but it'd be a shame to interrupt you guys getting to know each other and everything.

Oh, careful. You don't want a pair of beautiful ladies ganging up on you.

[ 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.

What? ( he might not be the best at reading the air but something wipes the smile off aranea's face in an instant and... oh...

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...

Laugh it up, shortcake. You know, she's about the right size for roasting.

[ 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.

You'd totally miss her, you know. Y'guys look like you really bonded there, even if she did crap on your shirt. ( oh hello there, boobs. not that it's anything he hasn't seen before, but damn.

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?

[ ...okay, she probably would be sad if the bird went elsewhere. Not that she's about to admit it aloud. ]

Fruit? That's why they have scarecrows, right? And bugs.

[ Shirt set to soaking, she wanders back to the kitchen and loops her arms around his waist from behind. ]

We've got a yard. You could plant a little garden, just let her go at it.

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WHY IS THIS SO LONG NOW IM MAD

2 many chocofeels

hrrrrngh

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lmao

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i still feel personally responsible this happened sorry aranea..

it WAS your idea...

now i regret it. a little

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