[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

[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?!

[founderinglight]

I said no such thing and you are extrapolating baselessly!

[nightcure]

[ prompto he thought you were DYING or something!! GOD ]

Sorry, dude, I believe my best friend way more.

Give me the details, Prompto.

[photoshooter]

[Keeping his eggbaby safe, he baseball slides close and then hops up to stage-whisper by Noct's ear:]

Ignis.

[nightcure]

[ For a while, he just... stares at Prompto.

Then looks at Izunia. ]

Seriously?!

[photoshooter]

[Well, now that he's safe (Noct is home base, obviously), Prompto lets himself dissolve into snickers and cackling.]

S-seriously! He, he favors his convictions but the way he said it--!

[nightcure]

[ And Noctis is trying really hard not to laugh, but Prompto's laughter is contagious, and the corners of his mouth are twitching. ]

He, uhhh... w-wouldn't be the first! His convictions are... pretty incredible, after all!

[founderinglight]

I utterly loathe the both of you and am strongly considering disowning you.

[He loves you.]

[photoshooter]

You can't disown Noct, he's your one and only...

[Deeeeeeeeeeep breath.]

Great-great-great-great-great-grahahahaha...!

[Literally falls to his knees laughing.]

[photoshooter]

You said he's your fa-a-avorite!