☆ QUICKIES

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⏩ quickspam, ecats style for those little threads that probably don't really need full-on logs or if you just wanna boomerang something quick. no plotting required, just slam it down here! this applies to threads in and out of games c:

ty jeeps for the idea! ❤

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i still feel personally responsible this happened sorry aranea..

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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...

it WAS your idea...

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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.

now i regret it. a little

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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?

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[ ...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.