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From:

whichcraft

Yes.

HEY QUICKSILVER LOOK ALIVE, IT'S ME, PRINCE FLORA

From:

whichcraft

Do you use hair gel?

From:

nascere

[ guess who's coming in and is super pleased with himself! he's hiding the camera behind his back -- ]

Hey, Prompto.

From:

bittybat

[It took some time--way more than Damian wanted, and way more talking to people than he wanted--but Prompto specifically gets a gift returning home.

This linen sack is bigger than the others he's gotten, about the size of a small dog, but for good reason: opening it up reveals four heads of Sylkis Greens. There's also a note, written in neat, tight handwriting:]

To: Prompto

Don't eat them yourself.

#00CCFF

From:

nascere

hey man
you free to hang?

From:

unfatalist

This is something of a rhetorical question, but do you recall the advice you gave me, regarding Noct and the business of keeping secrets from him?

From:

nascere

[ So Prompto knows, and Noctis essentially just fucked things up with Ignis, which is saying something when he usually does that kind of thing all the time.

He puts as much space between himself and everyone at the same time, withdrawing to brood -- unfortunately, he is as predictable as they come, and Sparky's sitting on his lap as he stares out moodily over the quiet sea by the harbor, as if he could see into the horizon somehow.

Come find him and your son, Prompto. ]

From:

retrobeats

u been spotted by.........the $ MONEY GOO$E $
send the $ MONEY GOO$E $ to 3 people or u get scorched

btw you don't actually have to send this on or anything dude this is just the most i've laughed about anything in like 2 weeks so i HAD to share

From:

whichcraft

[Immediately following their heroic adventures in Castle Goblingoo, and sometime after presumably parting ways with Minato, Summer briskly sheds her crappy disguise and sort of gravitates against Prompto's side, bumping shoulders with him as a feint so that she can surreptitiously reach and pick up his hand again.]

Hey, so.

[...]

Got any big plans for after the big adventure?

From:

nascere

prompto
are you ok

From:

whichcraft

I made you a present.

From:

unfatalist

Prompto,

Thirty-two days ago, I wrote Noctis a note similar to this one, because I had been calculating the length of daylight from sunrise to sunset over the course of a few weeks, and it happens that I'm familiar with how many hours, minutes, and seconds of daylight there is on an average day at the end of the month of August — at least on Eos.

Since then, I've come to discover that my calculations may have been somewhat off. I'd thought that I'd managed to pin things down fairly accurately, and sometimes the length of a day does follow my predictions, but other times it doesn't for no particular reason I can ascertain. I can't say for certain, therefore, that I was right about what day it was on the Eos calendar, thirty-two days ago.

What I can say is that it's been thirty-two days since the day we believed to be Noctis's birthday. That means, by my best estimation as of the writing of this letter, there should be twenty-five days left until yours.

Again, I can't promise that any of this is accurate as far as our calendar on Eos was concerned, objectively — but it does seem fitting, somehow, to make do by simply using Noctis as our standard, and our true north.

Rest assured I'll be counting; I just thought you might enjoy doing the same.

~~||||~~ ~~||||~~ ~~||||~~ ~~||||~~ ~~||||~~

- I.

From:

whichcraft

Important Question: do you have Halloween where you're from, back home?

Important Follow-Up #1 (if yes): What are you going to be for Halloween?

Important Follow-Up #2 (if no): Has someone explained why that is an important question to begin with?

From:

nascere

[ So it's pretty damn early and Noctis has woken up at the asscrack of dawn specially for today, much to Ignis' apparent surprise and the query of whether he's feeling poorly before it sets in what day it is.

Ignis is making something in the kitchen, probably something to do with delicious birthday treats and hopefully the tuna Noctis had proudly presented to him earlier, and it's time to creep back to where Prompto is sleeping. Birthday boys shouldn't be in bed at this hour; there'll be less hours in the day to celebrate when he's sleeping this long, so he's sneaking in to wake him up. ]

Prompto. Prompto, buddy.

From:

unfatalist

I suppose I should preface this by noting that we're literally sitting across the room from each other and I could simply open my mouth to speak to you, but this seemed slightly more appropriate a means of opening conversation somehow. Quieter.

How are you feeling today? Any better?

From:

passio

[ for all that they live together, dextera tends to keep to himself except when noctis seeks him out or the house gathers for some kind of delicious concoction. which is why it feels so strange, so foreign, for him to come to prompto’s door like this, but… he has a mission. leliel trails behind him.

he knocks. ]

From:

nascere

[ Noctis is coming after him! He's seen the exchange with fury, with dread and worry, but Prompto... Prompto is riled up and angry and Noctis is sure he's horrified, too, and maybe it's Ignis' influence but Noctis forces himself to be the calmer one.

After all that he's heard of what Ardyn will do, they have to be careful -- and what is to stop Ardyn from hurting others if Noctis comes for him?

He climbs up to the roof, working to quell his own frantic, angry thoughts. Prompto needs him, his best friend needs him right now, and he has to come through for him. ]

Prompto?