text;; elevencrows (+1 log prompt)

[founderinglight]

So it seems that the androids remembered my request from some months ago regarding tattoo equipment, and thus I suddenly find myself in possession of a large amount of such. Considering the mix of people here, I thought I'd put out word for if anyone is interested. I'm not experienced in this in particular, but I have a good amount of artistic skill and a very steady hand.

[Sometime after the message, Izunia can be found out on the deck, watching the sunset as is his usual habit. Unusually, though, he's not drawing or sipping at a warm drink against the chill.

Instead, he's turning a set of metal knuckles over in his hands - those who've seen his Royal Arms before will likely recognize the silver-with-blue-sheen material of the magical weapons, and even if they don't, the wing motif is as consistent as ever. He seems very much lost in thought, expression alternating between fondness and sadness, always a bit wistful.]

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[founderinglight]

Certainly. And if what you want yet isn't that large, you can always build from there.

Also, if you want to come over, I've got burritos.

[This is his subtle way of saying 'if you want to talk about the existing one that you maybe don't want to talk about the network, come over.']

[photoshooter]

wtf you need to LEAD WITH THAT!!!! brt!

[ZOOMMMMmmmm]

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[founderinglight]

I'm not feeding the whole station!

[But also hey yeah there's burritos. And a kitty. And Izunia dicking around on his phone at the rest of this post. He's frowning a little when Prompto shows up - the door's open for the moment.]

[photoshooter]

[Frown? What frown? Burritos wait for no frownyfaces. Here is a hungry boy.]

I'm gonna gain a million pounds and it's going to be all your fault.

[Prompto does not sound super brokenhearted about this.]

[founderinglight]

You haven't yet, I'm sure you'll survive somehow. Get the door behind you?

[BURRITOS god I've made myself hungry now.]

[photoshooter]

Yeah, 'course.

[He turns back to click the door shut--it's not really alarming, securing their privacy, given they're talking about tattoos and Noct and all, that makes sense--and beelines for a burrito. YUM.]

When'd you learn to make burritos, anyway? They had these back in your day, Zuzu?

[founderinglight]

Something similar enough, at least - 'wrap a filling in some kind of bread' has been a basic principle behind street food as long as there were humans.

[There are many burritos here. There is also sour cream, salsa, and lots of cheese.]

In this case it's more that I found a couple of interesting looking recipes in one of the cookbooks wandering around the library, though.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto gets to work properly dressing his burrito.]

So, wait, you've never had a burrito of your own before? How're you gonna know if it tastes right?

[Not that he seems worried, just curious.]

[founderinglight]

That's what mid-cooking taste testing is for.

[He's shameless about it.]

[photoshooter]

Ewww, did you put the cooking spoons in your mouth and then back in the food? Zuzu!

[founderinglight]

Don't be silly, I used sampling spoons.

[He flicks his fingers and pulls an array of mismatched spoons from the Armiger to twirl between his fingers before vanishing them again.]

[photoshooter]

How do you keep track of which ones you need to wash in there?

[founderinglight]

Clean ones go in here.

[He vanishes the dirty spoons and produces one of those utensil drawer divider things. At the moment it's about half empty on spoons and only has two forks left.]

In theory, anyway. In practice I know there's some other clean ones wandering around inside, but it mostly comes down to practice.

[photoshooter]

Hmmmm.

[Despite the doubtful noise, Prompto sits and begins happily tucking into his burrito.]

Mmfh, guess it's better to assume loose ones are dirty than clean. Hey, this came out pretty good!

[Omnf nomf nomf.]

[founderinglight]

[Izunia vanishes the tray of utensils again before picking up his own plate.]

Not at all bad for a first attempt, I think. Which is good, since there's plenty of leftovers.

[photoshooter]

Yesss. Burrito score! ...Scurrito!

[That sounds like a disease.]

[founderinglight]

[Or a small animal.]

I'm glad it meets with your approval.

[photoshooter]

Why wouldn't it? You're always doing nice stuff like this for me.

[founderinglight]

Well, of course. We're friends, aren't we?

[As weird as that might seem to an outsider.]

[photoshooter]

[Forget outsiders. Even Prompto wasn't expecting that, and on hearing it, he actually lights up.

You finally cracked the code, Izunia. What Prompto doesn't understand about the whole concept of family, he finds in friendship.]

Yeah!

[More than happy now, Prompto leans over and elbows Izunia's arm a little.]

And what are friends for, if not appreciating their friends' awesome cooking skills? When it comes to that, I'm, like, the best friend there could be!

[:D :D :D]

[founderinglight]

[They can be both! They're flexible like that.

Have a gentle nudge back.]

And the free food has nothing to do with it, I'm sure.

[photoshooter]

At my age, free food's the basis for most social attachments.

[founderinglight]

Terrible. And here I thought you appreciated my sense of humor.

[photoshooter]

I appreciate a lot of things when they come with a complimentary snack!

[founderinglight]

[FAKE HUFF he's just gonna eat this gosh darn burrito.]

Well, if you've got a location decided on, any idea for motifs?