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Huh. So then, most people are decent at best, right? Aaand I'm not sure my friend would stop at an intersection like that. I mean, who's gonna ticket him, the Crownsguard? Yeah, right.

Well, yeah, but most people also aren't princesses either. Like, I'm not saying it's a criticism, "so and so's not a good person", it's just...more about how rare "good" people are than anything else.

[She shoots him a sideways look.]

Your friend doesn't seem like the type to pull rank on the law, though. I just, just from what you've said about him.

Eeehhhhhh, well.

[Prompto draws the wait out light-heartedly, then shakes his head and shrugs.]

Might depend on the circumstances. I mean, lawful doesn't always mean good, right?

[Good for him; now he does get a laugh out of her.]

Sure doesn't. 'Cause sometimes laws are bullshit.

Haha, don't we all just know it. Noct probably knows it most of all of us, he had to actually learn all of them and junk. Major snoozefest! I'm glad I'm not royalty.

So what would you want to be, if not royalty? What do you want to do with...you know. Yourself? Everything? What's the goal?

Uhhhh. Wow, um, I haven't had to think about that for a long time. Hmm...

[He sweeps his hair back, one hand on his hip, then laughs, a little awkwardly.]

I mean, I guess they swore me into the Crownsguard, and that's a pretty long-term deal. But besides that... well, I'd love to do something with my photography, really bring my game to the next level. And I wanted to save up for my own set of wheels?

[Grinning, Prompto offers her another helpless little shrug.]

You know, I'm only twenty, that's barely the age of majority. The future might as well be the moon.

Bullshit you're twenty. Are you kidding me?

[For a minute, she actually stops dead in her tracks to stare at him, albeit more for the sake of hyperbole than because she's actually that stunned, but you know.]

I had you at like, twenty-five, twenty-six easy.

...Iiii don't know if I should find that flattering or not. I think it's better than getting pegged for fourteen...

It's a compliment, because I'm twenty-one. I always peg people I like as older than me.

You're older than me?!

[He's startled, sure, and then the other shoe drops, and he turns a fluorescent shade of flustered pink.]

Oh. Th...thanks. [aaaaaaaaaaaaa] I. I don't get that a lot, heh.

By a year! Jeez, it's not like I'm pushing retirement age.

[Wow. Who knew a human being could turn that color of awkward. SCIENCE.]

What don't you get a lot? That you look twenty-five?

[#innocent]

W-well, yeah! Gladio calls me "kid" sometimes and he's only twenty-three. If I were twenty-five I'd be older than the whole party!

S'not my fault you have a mature swagger. And a deep, manly voice. And like...I don't know, what else do twenty-five-year-olds have. Quarter-life crises?

[Snrk.]

"A deep, manly voice."

[Says Robbie Daymond, pitching his voice up an octave.]

Let's see, twenty-five... I guess they also have jobs they hate? And their own apartments? [Gasp!] And a dog! I will totally have my own dog by twenty-five. I'll rescue him from the pound and I'll name him Lucky and he'll be my stalwart companion always.

Oh, yeah? What kind of dog? Like a mutt dog or a specific type of dog?

["Lucky", she files away for a later question. People don't name things without reasons; it should be interesting to see what Prompto comes up with for his.]

I'll know when I look into his eyes and see that his home's gonna be in my heart.

[His heart, which both of his hands are covering now as he stares up into the rosy, dog-smelling future.]

You sound like the absolute worst person to shop for on a birthday. "What do you want? I'll know it when I see it!"

[She laughs, at the joke and at his beatific posture both.]

[He cackles.]

Oh no, I'm way easy to shop for. My friends have gotten me camera accessories and chocobo merchandise for the last five years running. But a pet is different! You gotta know. ...Don't you? I've never had my own pet.

I mean...yeah, I guess. It's not like you can just take a pet back if it's not the right size or shape or color, the way you could a sweater or something.

[Hmmm.]

What are you going to do if the right dog doesn't look like a "Lucky"?

I can't name him Spot, Noct already named his chocobo Spot. And what kind of rescue dog isn't a Lucky, really?

[He thinks about it, then adds piously:]

Works for a girl dog, too.

That's a really cute name for a girl dog, actually. Cuter than for a guy dog, if you ask me.

Mayyybe I should get two dogs! Girl Lucky and Boy Lucky. That won't get confusing.

From the same litter? Or different kinds?

Probably different kinds if they're both rescues, right?

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