[Also, who knows when the residents of this particular corner of the house might be... flying kites? Better safe than sorry. Avert thine eyes, weird heart-devouring angel guy.]
Yeah?
[Prompto hops on over to the door right after he calls through it, opening it so Dextera doesn't have to. He blinks, Sparky down at his heels, then smiles.]
Dex! Hi, what's up? Aw, hey there!
[The last is to Leliel. He crouches down, grinning wider. Sparky tugs at the flap of his jacket, warking a jealous wark.]
[ leliel boks indignantly back at sparky, even though that wark may not have been for her, necessarily. dextera soothes her first, by reaching down to pet her head, and it momentarily disappears into the fluff of her body. ]
I need to ask… a favor.
[ as he looks entreatingly from his chicken, whom he loves with his whole heart, to prompto’s face. ]
#FFFFFF [ signed, naturally, as '6-F’ rather than just signing ‘F’ six times ] gave me a quest.
[ and now, when he looks at prompto, it’s a little more obvious that the color has faded from his eyes—no longer the bright blue they once were, but now the same dull grey as much of the town still is. ]
I have to… let a Yellow take care of the chickens.
[ no he’s NOT! leliel is the blood that runs through his very veins, and although he can clearly see if the ladies are doing well under prompto—and joshua, and damian—it’s not the same as making sure it’s done himself. ]
[What are you talking about, there's no mist in his eyes, it's just the winter air getting to him a little bit, suddenly inside this nice warm house full of beAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIPS BETWEEN MAN AND FOWL!
Prompto puts his hands on Dextera's shoulders.]
She won't forget you, I promise. We'll... we'll tie something of yours around her foot, so she'll have your scent close to her, always.
[ okay, well, the worst part about all of this is coming up. he draws a shaky breath. ]
It’s just for a few days. Until my eye color comes back.
[ but he’s still heartbroken, because leliel is his first pet, and she’s been here almost as long as he has—handing her over to be tended to by someone else is hard, especially when they only all just got back from the ice castle. ]
I still have some Polaroid film left. I can bring you pictures every day. And I'll play with her, and... and it'll be over before you know it! And she'll be so happy to get back to you!
[This is the W O R S T.]
Does, does it hurt? Or feel weird? Missing only part of your color, I mean...
[ when prompto asks if it hurts, dextera’s first assumption is that he means being separated from his chicken—to which the answer is, of course, yes. the color, however, is a different matter.
he touches under one eye, lightly, and shakes his head. ]
It isn’t like… other times. Other people. I feel normal.
That's good, at least... but weird, though. What does... where does the color go, you think? Or the stuff that gets color back, like--do you think it comes from us? But I don't feel any different if the town's getting my color...
[ that’s a good question. is there some force that’s holding their color, or is it more like a death, the color fading out from within when there’s no power to support it? ]
The town does take parts of us, sometimes. [ as prompto is likely well aware, though dextera may not realize it. ] Maybe it always does. We only notice sometimes. The “boiling frog.”
dextera’s natural response is to say something, with his voice, when prompto panics like that, but of course he can’t. instead, he holds up his hands placatingly, and quickly shakes his head. ]
[ dextera has never been on this end of a mistaken idiom, and so he’s not really sure what to do, not least of all because the actual explanation of the phrase is not much nicer than the title of it. ]
If you put a frog in boiling water, it will jump out. But if you put a frog in water and slowly increase the temperature, then it won’t notice until it’s too late. That it’s being cooked to death.
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Date: 2018-12-04 02:15 pm (UTC)Yeah?
[Prompto hops on over to the door right after he calls through it, opening it so Dextera doesn't have to. He blinks, Sparky down at his heels, then smiles.]
Dex! Hi, what's up? Aw, hey there!
[The last is to Leliel. He crouches down, grinning wider. Sparky tugs at the flap of his jacket, warking a jealous wark.]
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Date: 2018-12-04 02:27 pm (UTC)I need to ask… a favor.
[ as he looks entreatingly from his chicken, whom he loves with his whole heart, to prompto’s face. ]
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Date: 2018-12-04 02:48 pm (UTC)What is it? [And, earnestly, he adds:] Don't worry, you're my friend. You know I've got your back.
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Date: 2018-12-04 03:28 pm (UTC)#FFFFFF [ signed, naturally, as '6-F’ rather than just signing ‘F’ six times ] gave me a quest.
[ and now, when he looks at prompto, it’s a little more obvious that the color has faded from his eyes—no longer the bright blue they once were, but now the same dull grey as much of the town still is. ]
I have to… let a Yellow take care of the chickens.
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Date: 2018-12-04 04:49 pm (UTC)Oh, man. A...are you sure? I mean, of course I can do it! [Nod nod nod!] And at least they won't have to be moved anywhere. But are you gonna be okay?
[FLUFFY HEARTBREAK IS A SERIOUS CONDITION.]
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Date: 2018-12-04 05:15 pm (UTC)…
[ he nods. ]
She’ll like you if you feed her.
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Date: 2018-12-04 05:28 pm (UTC)Prompto puts his hands on Dextera's shoulders.]
She won't forget you, I promise. We'll... we'll tie something of yours around her foot, so she'll have your scent close to her, always.
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Date: 2018-12-04 05:37 pm (UTC)It’s just for a few days. Until my eye color comes back.
[ but he’s still heartbroken, because leliel is his first pet, and she’s been here almost as long as he has—handing her over to be tended to by someone else is hard, especially when they only all just got back from the ice castle. ]
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Date: 2018-12-04 05:43 pm (UTC)[This is the W O R S T.]
Does, does it hurt? Or feel weird? Missing only part of your color, I mean...
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Date: 2018-12-04 06:12 pm (UTC)[ when prompto asks if it hurts, dextera’s first assumption is that he means being separated from his chicken—to which the answer is, of course, yes. the color, however, is a different matter.
he touches under one eye, lightly, and shakes his head. ]
It isn’t like… other times. Other people. I feel normal.
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Date: 2018-12-04 06:19 pm (UTC)That's good, at least... but weird, though. What does... where does the color go, you think? Or the stuff that gets color back, like--do you think it comes from us? But I don't feel any different if the town's getting my color...
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Date: 2018-12-05 07:38 am (UTC)The town does take parts of us, sometimes. [ as prompto is likely well aware, though dextera may not realize it. ] Maybe it always does. We only notice sometimes. The “boiling frog.”
[ and isn’t that unsettling? ]
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Date: 2018-12-05 05:10 pm (UTC)[aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA?]
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Date: 2018-12-06 03:19 pm (UTC)dextera’s natural response is to say something, with his voice, when prompto panics like that, but of course he can’t. instead, he holds up his hands placatingly, and quickly shakes his head. ]
It’s a saying. You don’t know?
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Date: 2018-12-06 03:54 pm (UTC)[THE POOR FROGS!]
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Date: 2018-12-07 06:10 am (UTC)If you put a frog in boiling water, it will jump out. But if you put a frog in water and slowly increase the temperature, then it won’t notice until it’s too late. That it’s being cooked to death.
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Date: 2018-12-07 05:42 pm (UTC)Who would do that...
[｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡]
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Date: 2018-12-08 12:33 am (UTC)[ who would do that? ]
People who eat frogs?
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Date: 2018-12-09 06:07 pm (UTC)[Toadsteak drumsticks are a delicious FFXV recipeh.]
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Date: 2018-12-10 01:31 pm (UTC)[ he would eat a live frog, is what he’s saying. ]