[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]

Right.

['So we can stop, right? So we don't have to go back at all? So you don't have to give everything up, not when everything's taken so much from you already?'

No.]

...So what do you think? I say we've earned a vacation, especially if nothing's going to happen without us. Right?

[nightcure]

[ He looks at Prompto, and he reaches over to lightly punch him in the shoulder. ]

Hell yeah. I'd say we're way overdue, right?

Too bad Iggy and Gladio aren't here, but I'm pretty sure we can take care of ourselves.

[photoshooter]

'Course we can! We're adults. We don't need Mom and Dad telling us how to behave all the time.

[Prompto reaches right back over to swat Noct's arm.]

Just me and you, playing hooky all over again. Haha, just like the old days. Maybe we'll find enough weird stuff to reconstruct a whole arcade.

[nightcure]

Damn right. Their babies left the nest and will be just fine.

[ He grins and pokes him in the forehead. ]

You think we could make it happen? I'd be down for that. Open it up for everyone here, huh?

[photoshooter]

[Chuckling, he leans over to bump their shoulders together like bumper cars.]

I think one of the younger guys found a dance game machine. Anything's possible!

[nightcure]

Whoa, seriously? Why didn't you tell me that before, dude?

[photoshooter]

Uh, chocobo egg takes priority, duh? It like, just happened. I'm sure we'll hear about it once it's set up.

[nightcure]

Yeah, that's fair.

[ He grins. ]

Gotta take care of your baby. What color d'you think it'll be?

[photoshooter]

Well, probably yellow, right? Most of them are yellow out in the wild.

[On Eos, anyway.]

[nightcure]

It'd match your hair. Like child, like parent.

[photoshooter]

[Snort.]

Shouldn't it be the other way around?

[nightcure]

[ He grins. ]

Oh, you're not a kid? My bad.

[photoshooter]

You're a kid! [Prompto elbows him, cackling good-naturedly.] Hey, if I was here for a month before you, I'm, like, practically almost caught up to you. Soon you'll be eating my dust!

[nightcure]

[ He huffs and pushes his head a little. He makes sure to mind the egg. ]

Eat your dust? You sure you can move that fast, old man?

[photoshooter]

[Still laughing, Prompto throws his arm around Noct's shoulders so that now, whichever way either of them pushes, they go together.]

Pretty sure I can move faster than you, Mr. Nap Every Two Hours!

[nightcure]

[ And that gets him to laugh, even as he lets out a little yelp and falls over. ]

Yeah? You wanna go? Running on the beach with Gladio is way tougher than beating you in a race!

[photoshooter]

[Prompto has an egg to protect and so doesn't fall. Haha, sucker.]

Oh yeah, you think? Who do you think runs with Gladio when he can't wake you up, sleepyhead?

[Time to MERCILESSLY POKE THE FALLEN!]

[nightcure]

[ BETRAYAL. Noct squirms a little and rights himself before jabbing Prompto in the side. ]

Hey, I gotta get my beauty sleep, you giant nerd. Give a prince a break!

[photoshooter]

[Squeaking, Prompto wraps himself back around his egg and tries to lean away, even though his mouth doesn't seem to have gotten the message about self-preservation.]

Is beauty sleep really gonna help with your face?!

[See, it works on two levels: 1) mean boy banter and 2) Noct's face is already so beautiful, how can sleeping any improve it?]

[nightcure]

Wow, you talk that way to your best friend? You're the rudest person in this whole place.

[ DO YOU EVEN DESERVE THAT CHOCOEGG, PROMPTO.

Yes, he does. ]

[photoshooter]

We can't all be kings and princes and... legendary ghosts and stuff! [He didn't actually understand most of Astolfo's origin story as explained to him like three test drives ago.] Anyway, since when did you care about manners?

[nightcure]

You jealous?

[ He grins a little and punches him lightly in the shoulder. ]

If it means I can mess with you? It's the most important thing.

[photoshooter]

Wow! Rude.

[But Prompto happily leans on him again.]

Why would I be jealous of all that fussy Ignis stuff when being an unsophisticated plebe means I can throw chicken food in your hair?

[Which he doesn't... yet. (He wouldn't. Chickens can be mean when it comes to food. Poor Violet.)]

[nightcure]

[ He nudges Prompto a little. ]

Dude. Would you really mess up my hair like that? And possibly put me in danger of being pecked to hell and back?

[photoshooter]

Hair, yes. Pecking, ehhhhhhh... guess not. Since I'm supposed to protect you and all.

[Nudges him back.]

But it'd be really funny to watch you run away from a bunch of hungry, miniaturized chickatrices. You're lucky I like you and wouldn't think of it as some kind of Gladio-an training exercise. I'd never do that to you.