[VIDEO] 📷 UN: quicksilver80

[photoshooter]

Look!

[Without further preamble, Prompto holds his phone camera back to show what he's got cradled in the crook of his other arm: an egg that looks bigger than a chicken itself, so he for sure didn't get it from inside the station.]

It's a chocobo egg! Chocobo, I just know it! And I did the trick with the shell and the light and there's a baby inside, it's alive!

[He sets the phone down standing up and hugs the egg carefully and happily to his chest, grinning fit to split his face.]

I'm gonna be the best. Chocomom. Ever! I gotta introduce them to the girls downstairs, catch me there if you wanna say hi to baby in person!

[And for those who prefer more action-based interaction, Prompto will, in fact, be in the floor 2 chicken room, his egg held protectively in his lap with an arm always around it while he feeds and chatters to the chickens.

He's also taped a note to the chicken room door:]

ADOPT A CHICKEN!

Chickens are cute and don't grow very big, unlike basilisks and cockatrices. We lay the eggs you eat for breakfast and cook with! So please don't think about cooking us! We love you! Give us names and love us, too!

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Comments

[founderinglight]

[Borb MUNCH.]

He really might. You'll have to keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't start to suddenly lose weight.

[photoshooter]

[WHAT A GOOD BORB.]

Heh. That's usually Ignis's or Gladio's job. He'll probably look at me weird if I start nagging him like that.

[founderinglight]

Oh, you don't have to nag him.

[There's an almost nefarious sparkle in his eye.]

I can more than handle that.

[photoshooter]

[Snicker.]

He'll definitely look at you weird if you start nagging him like that.

[founderinglight]

What else are parents, grandparents, and so forth for?

[photoshooter]

You're way beyond his grandpa, dude! How many greats would we have to add on, like, a hundred and twelve?

[founderinglight]

One eleven, and that would be why I skip to just "ancestor."

[photoshooter]

I don't think "ancestors" typically get fussy nagging rights. Pretty sure they're just supposed to be all quietly judgmental from a distance.

[founderinglight]

Well, yes, but most people's ancestors are dead.

[He is very much not.]

[photoshooter]

Aren't you kind of? Or, like, you were.

[founderinglight]

...Deader than me.

[Extremely, 100% dead.]

[photoshooter]

I guess that's true. I think most people I knew before Noct don't even have ancestors, we all just lose track after a few greats like everyone else.

[founderinglight]

That is more typical, yes. In all honesty, the amount of genetics we have in common at over a hundred generations is ridiculously small - Noctis is likely more related to any of the three of you than he is to me, uncanny and potentially Astrals-ordained resemblance aside.

[Yes, even you, Nif kid.]

[photoshooter]

What? How can that be? You're his actual ancestor, I'm not even a... I'm not from Lucis, originally.

[founderinglight]

I'm perfectly aware.

[Native Lucians tend towards the dark-haired, after all. Ignis is unusual, Prompto's blond unheard of, in modern Insomnia.]

But assuming no repeats, you break a thousand direct ancestors at ten generations, and it doubles every time from there. And the royal line tends towards only children and terminating branches - I only know of six other families that can claim me as an ancestor offhand. There's probably a few I've lost track of, but that's still a startlingly small number.

[photoshooter]

...

Yeah, I didn't understand any of that.

[He is but a simple clone! A simple clone who's fidgeting a little now, at how obviously he's not a native Lucian.]

[founderinglight]

Short version: Mathematically, practically all modern people have more genetically in common with each other than than would with me. Even as different as your heritage is, you probably have a common ancestor with Noctis before thirty generations.

[photoshooter]

Oh. ...Genetics are weird.

[Prompto Argentum, PhD.]

[founderinglight]

Genetics are terrifying and one of the few things that can drive me to drinking.

[Complete agreement.]

[photoshooter]

Glad I'm not the only one who thinks so. I wasn't even good at regular science in school, let alone this stuff. ...Not that I was good at anything in school.

[founderinglight]

Traditional academic performance is hardly the whole of your knowledge or value. Don't be so concerned over it.

[photoshooter]

I'm not. I graduated, like, a thousand years ago, way more concerning stuff's popped up since then.

[founderinglight]

Then why do you say things like that about yourself?

[photoshooter]

[Prompto blinks, then, and sits back a bit, rubbing his arm.]

I... dunno? I mean, it's true. Ask Noct, he's seen my grades.

[founderinglight]

Truth or not isn't what concerns me. It's the way you think about it.