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[attr=class,bulk] ”Alex, I cannot help him like this.”
”Huh?”
The old lady looked fed up. Her eyes, he thought, looked a little like an angry lamia about to turn him to stone. It was the kind of look that instantly made Prompto feel sheepish, and like he’d done something very wrong.
He bit his tongue and shifted his weight onto his other ankle, glancing away so she wouldn’t see the wave of emotion that hit him all at once the way it always did. It was like disappointment, shame, and something else probably, but more than that, it was just a lot, and it strangled in his throat even though he told it he wasn’t going to feel anything right now, thanks, and he definitely wasn’t about to cry. That was for kids. He’d cried a lot when he was a kid, usually when he was hit with a wall of shame just like this. When somebody looked at him with that face that said, ’I’m not angry, just disappointed.’
’Really, really disappointed.’
She turned away with a huff. ”Where’s the table?” she growled. ”It’s easier to show you.”
”What? But I thought you said…?” Hadn’t she said that she wasn’t going to help him? Or did showing him not count as helping him? Must’ve just been so he wouldn’t keep asking questions, he decided. She probably just wanted to get his curiosity out of the way so he wouldn’t bother her about it, and then she’d go on her way. Because she could’ve helped him, but now he’d bungled it all up.
She could have found Noctis.
She still could.
Prompto jerked upright at attention. ”Oh! Oh, yeah! We’ve got tables! I’ll show you…” He shook his head and hopped in front of her, walking as he talked. ”Alex didn’t tell me anything, but I’m a fast learner! I’ll show you! Whatever it is, I can do it! Promise!”
Alex had tried to get him a chance, and Prompto'd ruined it -- first with the cats and now by running his dumb mouth. He’d get on the floor and beg her if he had to. He’d get her anything she needed.
Anything for Noctis.
They came into the front room which was a lot nicer than when Prompto had found it, but was still cluttered with stuff he hadn’t known what to do with and hadn’t wanted to thrown away without Alex around to ask. While Alex was gone, he’d unpacked all the crates that had been crammed together in here, and he’d moved most of them into the back with the cats. Now there were a lot of tables and chairs and some weird looking vases that Prompto hadn’t known what to do with so he’d put them on the tables with some scraggly flowers he’d found outside. The flowers looked more weed-like than flower-like, but they were a pretty kind of weed so Prompto had plucked them anyway. It gave the room character, he thought. And what really defined a weed, anyway, except that it was something no one wanted?
Prompto pulled out a chair for the old lady, giving her a sheepish look, and then he heard Alex’s voice coming from somewhere down the hallway. ”He’s giving you that look, isn’t he? That’s just how he usually is!”
”Look?” Prompto frowned. ”What look?”
Alex joined them a second later, dressed in a red shirt and suspenders. Had he changed clothes? Was that what he’d been doing instead of introducing them? Prompto didn’t get mad easy -- he really didn’t -- but he felt something prickly now as he slumped back into a chair across from Matoya, arms and legs crossed.
”You know, maybe this would have gone easier if you’d told me what’s going on,” he said. His boot tapped against the floor. His finger tapped against his arm. He felt all fidgety, but he tried to sit still. He didn’t like conflict. Not really.
”Er, yeah…” He looked between the two of them and then sighed. ”So...what’s going on?”
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[attr=class,bulk] Yuna was a goddess.
Prompto’s eyes widened as she had the most brilliant idea in the world. Splitting the cinnamon roll in half. He noticed that it wasn’t quite in half and that he’d gotten a little extra, but he wasn’t sure if it was rude to say so. Like, what if she just wasn’t good at cutting things in half? Anyway, he ended up with a little more and he didn’t have to worry about messing the whole thing up! He watched as the fruity topping oozed over the size in a smooth glaze and he swallowed as his stomach growled.
When had he last eaten something? It had been a while, hadn’t it? Didn’t have much gil nowadays.
Yuna picked up the pastry with her fingers. With her fingers! Prompto laughed and did the same thing, grinning. Even camping out in the middle of nowhere, Ignis wouldn’t have liked him making a mess like this, but Yuna was different. She was cool. She was…
Really enjoying that pastry. Prompto followed suit, bracing himself for impact as he took his first bite.
”Uggggh!” Prompto leaned back, overcome by the sweet, hot, fluffy, fruity, roll of ecstasy that overtook him. ”So good!” He was getting sugary glazing all over his fingers and gloves, but he didn’t really care. He’d find a hose or something later probably.
They were talking about his friends now. Right. That’s what he was looking for, wasn’t he?
Right.
Prompto chewed slowly and then swallowed. ”Yeah. I, uh. I’ve got three friends I’m looking for most. There’s Gladio and Ignis. Then….Noctis.”
For the briefest moment, he imagined that it was Noctis here beside him, sitting on the ground with a pastry split between them. He imagined that they were wandering around the fair together, laughing as Prompto snapped just about a million selfies and tried to sneak in his best shots when Noctis was posed particularly cool and wasn’t looking. What would Nocits say if he was here right now?
He’d have loved it.
”We fought monsters together most of the time. And daemons, but I haven’t seen any of those here which is real weird. It’s like, the thing that most people are afraid of back home. You don’t go out at night. That’s when the daemons are out.”
Why was he talking about daemons? He was at a fair! He should be having fun!
Right?
”Seriously? You’d give me a job like that?” Prompto grinned at her then stopped, messing with his hair and rubbing at the side of his head. ”Another mercenary guild, huh? I was saved by somebody who runs one in Provo. Alex. He’s a real weird dude, but he helped me out a lot so…
”I’m not really used to working alone. Usually, I’ll keep my distance, getting some shots in from the back then I'll run in and try to get a real good one while they're not looking. Then if something hits me, I’ve got backup, you know? It’s like teamwork. Here though, I’ve got to be a lot more careful. There might not be daemons, but I’ve seen a lot of monsters with real bad bites.”
Prompto looked at Yuna and tilted his head. ”So you help out with mercenaries? I’m in Provo a lot too! We’ll have to meet up.”
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[attr=class,bulk] ”You want to...find them?” Prompto blinked back at her without really understanding. He didn’t know what she was talking about. Her crystal eye? Did she mean, like, her false eye? A glass one? That didn’t sound very unsafe to him, and as far as he could tell, she had both her normal eyes right where they belonged. Unless one of them was a really good fake.
He’d been staring straight at her for too long, hadn’t he? Oops.
”I, um. Yeah! I mean, if you can. Find them, I mean. I’d do anything. Just, you know, I don’t really know how your eye would help...”
Now she was talking about a ‘magical threshold’ and ‘catalyst’ and ‘aether’ which sounded to him like it belonged in a video game, but he was already living in a mercenary’s guild with a guy claiming to be full-time adventurer so he should really start getting used to that kind of stuff in real life.
”Wait, so the eye’s like a magic thing? And not your real eye?” Prompto groaned. ”I’m so lost.”
Maybe Prompto was being stupid. Stupid old Prompto not listening again. No common sense when Prompto was around. Then again, maybe he should really be blaming Alex again for that whole “throwing a stranger at him” thing. Prompto stopped himself, took a long breath, and tried to reset his mind back onto the right track.
What was it that Ignis always said? Remember to take a minute to think.
”Okay,” he said slowly. ”Okay. So you know magic that can find people. Using some kind of crystal. And you want to use it to help me find my friends?” That sounded like the gist of it. ”I have to know them really well. That’s no problem. I know Noct better than anybody. And Gladio and Ignis…”
He sighed. ”Sorry. This is all a lot really fast. Alex didn’t say you were coming so…” Prompto shot her an apologetic smile. ”I really appreciate it. Whatever I’ve got to do, I’ll do it! Just, uh. Maybe if we could start over?”
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[attr=class,bulk] The old woman, Matoya, raised an eyebrow. ”You’ve heard of me then?” Prompto blinked.
”Huh?”
Well, yeah, he’d heard of her a few minutes ago. Alex had said her name, hadn’t he? But then, he guessed he’d kind of made it sound like he’d known her from somewhere, hadn’t he? Like maybe Alex had actually told him something instead of strolling in with an old lady and her army of frogs. That would’ve been nice.
As it was, Prompto had no clue who she was except for the name and...that was about it, actually. If Alex had a dad face then Matoya had a great-grandma face. Not even just a grandma. She looked somewhere around a hundred.
Was she a friend of Alex’s? Were they related? Man, Alex just loved springing stuff on him, didn’t he?
”Something from you?” Prompto echoed, head tilted to the side. Matoya looked him over closer, a conspiratorial glint in her eye. She wanted to know more. About who he was looking for.
”Oh, uh…” Prompto rubbed at his neck. What had Alex said to her?
”Right. Well, I’m kind of...alone.” He didn’t like saying it. He didn’t like thinking it. He didn’t like telling old ladies about it. He also didn’t like avoiding questions when someone seemed nice enough about it so he went on. ”I mean, I’ve got plenty of friends! You know, back home? Well, I’ve got three of them anyway. And...I’ve lost them.”
There was his throat clenching again. Why’d it always have to do that when he was just trying to talk? Prompto groaned and rubbed at the side of his head. ”I’ve never been alone before. Or, er, not for a while. Not like this. And what if they’re in trouble, you know? And I’m just sitting around here with Alex feeding cats.”
His shoulder slumped. Useless, as always. That was him.
”So, uh. Yeah. I’m want to find them. Real bad. Why do you want to know?”
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[attr=class,bulk] This was bad.
This was really bad.
Prompto stared in horror as the cat sank its teeth into the frog, claws pinning it helplessly to the floor. It flailed about on its back looking like an overturned beetle with its weird mouth gaping open as it made a terrified wheezing noise. Or maybe that was Snuffles. The cat was so excited he kept snorting with his mouth full.
There was a sharp, wooden clunk then a crack of magic and Snuffles was lost in a sudden cloud of smoke. Once it cleared, Snuffles had fallen over limp on his side, mouth hanging open.
Prompto blinked at the cat slowly. ”Wh-wha-?” He felt a slow dread sinking in. ”Wait, what did you do? Snuffles!” Prompto scrambled to his knees beside the cat and started desperately stroking his fur. ”Is he…? You know?”
Oh man. He did not need a dead cat in his life. No, no, no.
The old lady was yelling at him. Prompto winced before he remembered Snuffles again, and he gathered himself up to yell back. ”They’re not rabid! They’re just hungry!” Prompto carefully gathered Snuffles up in his arms and rocked back to his feet. He looked over the cat closely, stroking him from head to tail. Now that he was closer, he could hear his soft wheezes of breath. Snuffles’ chest slowly rose and fell.
Prompto let out a sigh of relief. ”Okay. Still good.”
No dead cats! That was something.
Then Alex started talking. He sounded mad.
”Oh, uh.” He was in trouble? That made him sound like some kid, and while part of him wanted to yell back that he was twenty years old, thank you very much, the other part felt like a kid when Alex was the one talking. ”I wasn’t trying to…” Prompto trailed off awkwardly, feeling suddenly heavy under the weight of their eyes.
He bit his tongue, scuffing at the ground with his boot. ”Ah man…”
Alex said he’d clean up which apparently meant taking the cats back where they belonged so Prompto handed over Snuffles then watched him go, wondering if he really had done something wrong. Then again, he wasn’t really sure how. How was he supposed to know there’d be a woman with a bunch of walking, talking frogs?
Speaking of that woman.
”So, uh. You’re Matoya?” She was old. And cranky. And Prompto got the sudden feeling that he did not want to be alone with her. ”I’m Prompto. Did you...want something with me? Ma’am?” The added ‘ma’am’ felt right. No way was he taking chances now.
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[attr=class,bulk] ”Spira,” he repeated. ”Okaaaaay.” That was just weird hearing. ’Where are you from? usually meant like, what country? Maybe what small town? Or what continent if you were a real weird dude, but it’d be a lot weirder if he said he was from Eos. Like no duh, right?
Or at least, that’s how it was supposed to be. Right now, he wasn’t so sure.
”Yeah, never heard of it,” he said. ”Where I’m from -- that’s, uh, Eos?” Super weird. ”We don’t have anything like that. Are you guys like super religious? Couldn’t imagine some place without tech though. This stuff? Made for sin?” He waved his hand and summoned his camera to it in a flash of light. ”Nah. I couldn’t live without my camera!”
He sent it away again with another flash of light then continued on with his hands in his pockets. ”I have a friend that’s kind of like that,” he went on. ”He’s a Lucian prince, you know? Or maybe you don’t know. Anyway, his whole family’s got all kinds of crazy powers from the astrals. He can summon the ones that like him, and it’s way cool. Like literally gods wiping out an army of Nif tech? I guess that’s kind of like what you do, huh?”
He was talking too much. Probably not the best idea when a mysterious maybe-daemon woman was at your back, but he couldn’t help it. When he got going, the words just tumbled out on their own. And he was going.
Oh boy was he going.
”Anyway, there’s a place right up there down the street. See it? It’s got some manikins set up in the window. I got some cool shreds in there. Should work out if you need something warm.” He slowed to a step, tilting back on his heels. ”So uh. Guess that’s it then?” Prompto pulled his wallet from nowhere, fished inside, and handed over and five hundred gil. ”Good luck! And uh. Try to stay out of dark alleys next time, okay? There’s all kinds of stuff back there!”
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[attr=class,bulk] Prompto had a problem.
Or rather, Alex had a problem. The guild (what was it called -- The Rising Winds?) had a problem. Prompto had tried his best to clean the place up, and he’d done pretty good, he thought. He’d swept all the splinters, dust, and glass shards off the floor. He’d gone through the boxes and unpacked what he could, shoving them in places he thought they should go. He’d even cleaned the windows because Alex had saved his life, and the Iggy voice in his head wouldn’t let him stop at just sweeping. But no matter how hard he worked, they still had a big problem that Prompto just didn’t know how to solve.
A rat problem.
Prompto had first noticed them when he’d moved one of those big boxes and a big, fat, scuttling rodent had darted out, and he’d screeched and jumped back, hands up defensively. He’d found another one in one of the boxes with a full nest and everything. That made him think twice about all those little brown pellets he’d been sweeping up. He kept his eyes peeled after that, and when he’d heard the faint sound of tiny claws scratching around in the walls while he was sleeping, he knew he had to do something.
Which left him with a question. How did you get rid of rats?
With cats, obviously!
Alex was out for a while on some trip to an evil, haunted forest that Prompto had noped, noped, noped out of. Which left him alone. With free access to do whatever he could for the place, and he took that job very seriously. Once he thought up the idea, it was on. He went searching the marketplace for cat food (all he found was some fish, but he thought that was good enough) then he went searching all the alleys and dumpsters for cats. He thought there were probably some stores that sold cats, but those weren’t the right kind of cats. They were lazy cats. No, what he wanted was working cats. Rat-catching cats.
It all made sense to him, anyway.
So that was how he ended up with a feral cat colony living outside of Alex’s house. Prompto had only invited a few, but once the fish came out, more and more slinked out of the shadows until they were all yowling and pawing at each other and taking naps on the crates Prompto had moved out there for them. Once he knew they liked them, he cut open little cat-sized holes in the crates so they could get in then put all kinds of blankets and toys inside. When it rained, they’d all cram themselves in there in a great big pile of cats that made Prompto’s heart melt.
But he still had one more step to go. If he wanted the rats gone then he had to bring the cats inside the house.
Which was why he was in the back storeroom on that cold, rainy morning with three skinny cats, crouching down next to them and rooting them on.
”You got this, Muffins!” Prompto ruffled the cat’s neck, massaging her scruff encouragingly. Muffins meowed back, leaning into his hand and circling back around to rub on his knee. She was a long-haired calico, the kind that was like the very picture of a good cat, but she was boney and dirty and had some kind of eye infection. She was one of the friendlier cats which was why she got to come inside along with Charlie, a big tabby with a torn ear, and Snuffles. Snuffles had a scrunched up snout that looked like it had been hit with something and healed wrong which meant that he was always wheezing to himself.
Right now, none of the cats seemed very interested in rats. Muffins kept rubbing on him, purring like a motorboat. Charlie was busy napping on top of a crate. Snuffles tried to jump up next to him but missed the landing and toppled over instead.
Prompto groaned. ”Come on, you guys! You’ve got a job to do!”
Snuffles turned to face him and sat, staring and breathing heavily through his mouth. Prompto rubbed at the side of his head. ”Okay, okay. We’ll try again later.”
It was then that he heard voices.
It was coming from the hallway somewhere, and it sounded like Alex. Prompto couldn’t tell what he was saying, but if Alex was back then it was probably good to go say hi. So he sighed, stood up, and dusted his hands on his jeans. ”Just, uh. Keep working on it, guys!” he said. It didn’t look like they’d be working on much while he was gone, but he left the door open for them anyway in case they wanted to try somewhere else.
Prompto came out to find Alex, an old lady, and...frogs? They were outside his bedroom door, and it looked like Alex had knocked.
”Oh. Hey! Looking for me?” Prompto leaned back on one heel with his arms crossed. ”Cool frogs! Are they, uh. Wait, are they holding little sticks?” Prompto blinked at them and they stared back, waddling on their two legs to turn and face him. ”Dude. That is. So cool! Like seriously, what are they?”
It was then, in that moment, that disaster struck.
He didn’t see the cat coming. He didn’t hear it either. One second, he was fawning over frogs, and the next a streaking mass of fur had darted out of nowhere and pounced on one, knocking it over with its tail swishing violently back and forth. Prompto’s eyes widened in horror and his mouth fell slack.
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[attr=class,bulk] Yuna was excited, which was cool. And she didn’t mind paying for stuff either which was even cooler. She seemed pretty confused about the whole thing, and Prompto couldn’t help but laughing over it. ”Yeah, that’s kind of weird, isn’t it? When you say it like that. But you know, it’s what a lot of girls expect. I think. Maybe?”
Ah man. Was that a confession that he’d never been with a girl before? He hoped she wouldn’t notice.
Thankfully, there were cinnamon rolls to eat and they looked really good. It was just about the most distracting thing he’d ever seen besides his company who was looking so happy that his heart kept skipping beats. ”Yeah, I can shoot! I’ll show you my guns sometime. Er. Maybe not in the festival though.” He gave her a sheepish grin. ”If you, uh. Want to hang out with me again! Just, you know, if you felt like it!”
Smooth, Prompto, real smooth.
Yuna took the cinnamon roll, and if it had looked good behind the glass, it looked especially good now. It was fruity and gooey and so hot that the glazing was melting. Prompto didn’t know what that topping was, but it looked good and smelled even better. ”Oh man.” Prompto suppressed a groan of longing. ”That looks amazing!”
Yuna didn’t bother with a table. There weren’t any tables around anyway, but she didn’t bother hunting for one. Instead, she just plopped right on the ground, and Prompto grinned even wider and hopped down next to her, legs crossed. ”It’s like a picnic!” he said. ”Except without the blanket or, uh. Anything but a cinnamon roll!” He didn’t know. He’d never really been on a picnic. Just campfires which were cool too.
Prompto took a fork then almost snatched up a bite of cinnamon roll before he stopped, using every bit of his restraint to pull his fork back and smile at her instead. ”You go first!” he said. ”Before I get it all messy!”
If that wasn’t chivalry, he didn’t know what was.
What did he do around here? Wasn’t that the question. ”I’m uh. Looking for some friends!” He wanted to keep up his high energy, upbeat, fun-time voice, but he felt it slip a little. ”Didn’t know if they’d be here or not, but I thought it was a good place to try. Then, you know, why not have some fun while I’m here? This place is seriously cool.”
He tapped his hands on his knees. ”Oh, I guess I hunt monsters too. That’s more a ‘what you do around here’ thing, isn’t it?”
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[attr=class,bulk] Prompto didn’t know what he’d expected from Alex. Disbelief, probably. Maybe some kind of horror. That’s how Prompto would have felt, hearing about some kind of immortal daemon man with a streak for sadism. That’s how he did feel, just thinking about it, but that wasn’t how Alex felt, and how Alex really did feel was. Well…
”That’s it?” Alex just looked at him like he was expecting something else, and Prompto was so startled that he just stared. Alex must have noticed because he started walking it back immediately, sputtering and apologizing and then giving some advice about “regenerators.”
Something in Prompto sank. It sank lower and lower like a fish disappearing into a cold, dark sea. ”Oh, uh.” Prompto reached up and rubbed his neck the way he always did when he didn’t know what to say. ”Okay.”
And that was that.
”It’s cool. Not talking about you, I mean. You’re the one with all the questions. I’m just, uh. Yeah.” He didn’t really know what was coming out of his mouth. His head wasn’t on right anymore which was weird for him and weird for anyone, wasn’t it? It wasn’t right, the way he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to talk which was even weirder. A few minutes ago, he’d have loved to ask questions about whatever strange adventure, guild, dark knight world that Alex came from. Right now though? He was sunk too deep.
”If it’s cool, think I might just work on this for a little while. Guess I’m still kinda tired. You know, from riding all that way?” Prompto picked up the room without really looking at him. ”Heh. Just not really feeling it, I guess.”
Okay but how is this the most adorable thing ever?
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Prompto looked at Yuna, waiting for her reaction. He hoped she liked it. He’d spent a lot of time getting better with a camera, and he didn’t mind showing it off to Noctis or Ignis or whoever, but this was different. Photography was his art, and it made his heart race thinking about someone so cute looking over the photos he’d taken. They were like a part of his soul if he was getting poetic about it which he guessed he was.
Did girls like photography? Ah man, he hoped so.
After a long time of waiting that was really a short time, she looked up at him and smiled. ”You’re good at this,” she said, and he felt his heart soar.
”You think so?” He felt like he was hanging on a string pulled straight to her. Like a fish on Noctis’ line except a lot less deadly and with a lot fewer metal hooks. ”I don’t know what machina is. Like machines? I’m real big on tech so I could probably show you some other stuff sometime. If you’ve ever got any questions, just let me know!”
Did girls like tech? Not in his experience, but maybe she’d be the exception. Since she was new to it and all.
They moved down the street, and Prompto couldn’t help but look around, starry-eyed, at all the lights and people and sound. He heard a balloon pop and grinned as a teenage boy won something from a festival booth from throwing darts and then he took his prize -- a big stuffed chocobo -- and handed it to what was probably his girlfriend, and she squeezed it, cooing something back at him.
He’d have to try that. Dart throwing? Right up his alley.
Yuna led them straight to a booth with pastries that smelled just as good as they looked. He felt his mouth water even through the glass, and he grinned. ”Sure! I mean, guess it’s not our money, right? So it’s not like you shouldn’t pay. I think boys are supposed to though on dates. That’s like. Polite and stuff.”
But then it got all mixed up because she’d offered. Should he have offered faster? Probably, but he hadn’t thought about it.
He followed her eye to a tray full of glazed buns that hit him with instant nostalgia. ”Oh, those look like cinnamon rolls! Except I think there’s some kind of fruit on it. I bet they’re really good!” He looked at her, almost bouncing from excitement. ”Let’s split one! Then maybe we can hit up some of the games? I bet you I could win you a prize. I’ve got a sharp eye for shooting!”
