[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]

To know something with your head and to know it with your heart are very different things.

[It's obvious which one Prompto knows his worth with.]

[photoshooter]

Well I don't know anything with my head.

[COVERS HIS MOUTH IMMEDIATELY. CRAP. HE DID IT AGAIN.]

...Uh. Haha. Best three out of five?

[founderinglight]

[Well on the bright side, special ability mood maker activated, and now Izunia is trying Very Hard to be stern instead of laughing.

And not entirely succeeding.]

Well, now I'm obligated to make you list three ways you are intelligent.

[photoshooter]

Aw, man, really? Crap, ummm...

[He covers his face with both hands this time, drags them down with a groan, and then starts counting on his fingers.]

I can figure out how to drive just about anything, even if I've never seen it before. Uhhh, and... and I know how not to do stupid things for pride! [Which is pretty damn rare among Lucians, FFS.] And... ehhnn...

[He bites his lip and stares at the two fingers he's put up, clearly stuck.]

[founderinglight]

[Izunia patiently pets a chicken while he thinks, smiling lightly. Peep.]

[photoshooter]

[Huff.] Should've known you wouldn't be any help. Umm...

[Why couldn't Izunia ask for good qualities in general? Prompto knows he has more of those. Ugggh.

Eventually, he claps his hands together.]

And I looked up how to do my taxes all by myself! There, three. Whew.

[founderinglight]

It's no fair if I give you the answers.

[But his smile is satisfied. There, see, Prompto, that wasn't so bad.]

[photoshooter]

[It was THE WORST!]

Bleaah, you sound like Ignis. Way to make it feel like I still am in school with that 'fun' pop quiz!

[founderinglight]

[All that does is make him smile more. Cheerfully - ]

I must admit, I'm afraid he is my favorite.

[photoshooter]

Playing favorites! Ancestors are definitely not supposed to do that. I'm telling Noct.

[founderinglight]

Oh no, I'm terrified.

[Completely dead-toned sarcasm, there, before he lightens up again.]

I simply favor a man who knows exactly what his convictions are.

[photoshooter]

...

Ohhhhhhh, so you favor him.

[That's definitely different from having a favorite. Totally.]

[founderinglight]

...Did I say something odd?

[Did you forget that he talks in the bizarre mashup of period and full millenial for a minute, Prompto?]

[photoshooter]

[He didn't forget, it's just extra funny sometimes.]

You know Iggy's only twenty-two, right? You're a couple thousand years plus too old for him, dude. Besides, no offense, he can do way better than some scruffy ancient king. Guy can afford to have standards.

[founderinglight]

[ - asdjkgdjkgjk;sdf? ]

What? No, definitely not! He's far too young for me.

[In Prompto's time period.

It's possible that he's blushing, just a little.]

[photoshooter]

Oh em gee, I am totally telling Noct!

[He picks up his egg and shoots to his feet, sprinting straight for the door.]

Noct! Noct, you won't believe this, the Founder King has a crush on--!

[founderinglight]

Prompto Argentum you are a terrible human being, get back here!

[Guess who is setting a chicken aside to warp after you.]

[photoshooter]

[Prompto whoops and dodges like someone who's used to exactly this kind of extreme magical horsing around.]

Careful, Grandpa, baby on board! Nooooooooct! YOU NEED TO KNOW YOU COME BY IT HONESTLY, DUDE--!

[founderinglight]

[Hope you're quick on the turns, Prompto, because a - card? - goes sailing past your head followed by a blue streak.]

Wait, come by what honestly?!

[photoshooter]

[Prompto's answer is a yelp and a skid away from the--]

...Is that a playing card?

[founderinglight]

I honestly don't know why you're surprised, I know Noctis already has the chainsaw sword.

[photoshooter]

That makes more sense than a deck of cards.

[Unless you're a filthy Homestuck.





Anyway, he bolts again.]

NOCT!

[founderinglight]

No one ever said all my descendants were practical get back here - !

[And off they go.]

[nightcure]

[ YO BRO WHAT'S GOIN ON ]

Prompto?! What's wrong?!

[photoshooter]

Noct, you won't believe--! [Whoops, gotta duck, laughing breathlessly.] Guess who your grandpa thinks is hot?!