-I think it is clever. -No idea yet, but Morningstar has set me out with a stipend. That should help for now. -I did. William Blake is in the public domain; free to download and read. Haven’t spent a single credit; thank you for those codes. -What’s your idea?
please don't call me mr silver lol glad you found the william blake stuff! and no probs i got a ton more of those codes
so my ideaaaaa is that i have an extra room in this apartment i started renting out if you got nowhere to go it's yours! also cuz i can totally afford it right now but two months from now i'll be seriously sweating to make the pay lol so i'm looking into splitting the rent with someone anyway
yeah i've been told that before i'll try and make an effort not to
[when people tell him what's up he tends to reel it in]
yeah sure, but you'll get a job eventually right? everyone else i know already has a place or has declined i mean it's just an idea so it's whatevs if it isn't cool with you
[He hasn’t forgotten about the narrating suggestion. And while he’s still very much clueless with regards on how to land that kind of job, it’s still floating around in his skull.]
I wouldn’t be very responsible of me, otherwise. So if this is an offer that you’ve given a long amount of thought to, given that I’m still a stranger, I would accept.
[It makes sense, not wanting to linger in memory. He's sure that apartment must act as a reminder of the presences no longer there, and as long as that's the only reason he's searching for a new place, V has nothing else to add on the matter.]
[There's no reply to that. Only moments passing, before V becomes visible once he turns a corner, ambling (like he said) down a long alleyway that would normally lead back to the safehouse. He has his cane in hand, but carries it in a loose grip instead of utilizing it just yet; it appears as if his time cooped up in one place has granted him energy enough to walk easily without needing it.
Until he comes to a stop next to Prompto, of course, in which the tip of said cane taps against the ground for him to lean against.]
Well. Here I am.
[Dressed plainly, in Morningstar-given clothing; but like before, his color choices all run dark.]
[and there he is. prompto smiles, finger guns at v (stupid, embarrassing), and giving the guy a solid, friendly slap on the arm.]
You're really into black, huh? You're looking a lot better.
[prompto's more casual today, long sleeves because it has been more chilly out lately. the fact that v has nothing on his back other than his clothes and cane makes it clear that the guy literally has nothing, which should be expected.]
[he starts leading the way, out towards the less busy streets of new amsterdam]
You're gonna need clothes and like a bunch of other things. I got some stuff that one of my friends would wear. It's mostly suits but... could be helpful in a pinch. There's a bunch of thrift stores along the way anyway.
[The friendly slap has him grinning his usual wry smile, lopsided thing that it can be.]
Why not match the rest of me? [In reference to his hair and his tattoos, and the color black. V's shirt is a v-neck (no pun necessary) with half-sleeves, fitting his form. His tattoos, as always, are visible black scrawling lines swirling down his arm, and around his neck.
He follows, slowly, only a step or two behind the other.]
I hadn't realized we were making this a shopping trip, too. Do you intend to wear me out before we reach the apartment?
[with an awkward stumbling of words and a hand placed to the back of his neck in rising embarrassment, prompto slows down a little.]
Sorry. It was just a suggestion. [he's so easily malleable whenever someone expresses discontent or a differing opinion.] You could look around later, or online, too, I guess...
[he trails off, scuffs his shoes on the sidewalk. but not to be deterred, suddenly:] Are you hungry?
[How easily Prompto bends to the question, dressed up like a suggestion. V had only been prodding at the young man's enthusiasm, not necessarily distraught by it the potential of a detour or two.]
I was only joking.
[A whirl of his cane as they walk, a perfect spin before he taps it on the sidewalk again.]
I will need clothes, just as much as I'll need food later. If you want to shop, then let's shop. You did say that you were the citywide expert, didn't you?
[he huffs, annoyed, for a few seconds before swatting at v.]
Some of your jokes don't sound like jokes, okay! [plus, prompto is trying incredibly hard to be liked (even if he might not need it)] I don't wanna come off as obnoxious or anything!
[he already does]
[but his enthusiasm seems to have returned just as easy, apparently used to getting teased like this quite a lot by his older, cooler friends (if the chocobros can be considered cool).]
It'll be quick! Just grab some black clothes. Oh! There's some wristbands I saw at HEMA, so definitely drop by! Hmm... What kinda food do you like? I'm feeling something like chocolate creampuffs. It's not actually chocolate, though, but I mean, it's good enough—
Obnoxious, enthusiastic, talks a hundred miles an hour with no sign of stopping. He wonders if this is how it's always going to be, rooming with Prompto; might as well halt these habits at the root, though it might already be too late.
After he's swatted at, and when the tirade continues, V reaches out to hook the hilt of his cane around Prompto's shoulder, yanking him back. It isn't aggressive, but it might be startling.]
'He whose face gives no light shall never become a star.' As much as this might apply to you, you'll become a supernova, Prompto. But all things in moderation. Let's worry about clothes first, and then food.
[did he just get scolded with a poem?? he did get startled at being yanked back, but it somehow helps cut off his train of thought, grounding him a bit.]
I'm all over the place. Gotta chill. [it's gonna become a mantra] Clothes first, then!
[he's going to also take on these as constructive criticism rather than jump the gun and think he's getting made fun of or otherwise criticized without any chance of redeeming himself.]
It's just— Well! It's my birthday! Which, no big deal, really, but it'd be cool to celebrate a little with indulging! That and your release, of course.
[man, sure sucks being the person who is all 'lol it's my bday but no big deal' how cringe]
[Cane back at his side again, a little bit of "chill" now having been given to the other, V continues their walk. He's apparently here to offer focus, when the other young man derails himself into next week.]
Your birthday?
[Ah. A pause.]
A happy birthday to you, then. How old are you now?
[Ignoring the fact that Prompto is abiding by this world's calendar, despite not lining up with the one back home(??), V is curious.]
[(how sad that it's the first happy birthday he gets all day)]
Thanks! [and for that, prompto's smiling, all enthusiasm and genuine cheer] I'm twenty-one now. I know it's hard to believe that I am, in fact, an adult, but this is now a truth that we must all live with.
[the city is littered with halloween decorations, people walking by with costumes like it's normal, even during the daytime. he turns right, towards a curved path lined up with houses that double as stores.]
It's close to Halloween here, which is pretty cool.
[Not that this detracts from his happy birthday wishes, unknowing that he's the first to bless Prompto with one.]
And being so close to Halloween means that it's the perfect excuse for you to party and drink, isn't that right? [He says it with a knowing grin, which is ironic given V's propensity to... do the opposite.] The holiday runs very long in this world.
[prompto finds himself unbothered by the words, so it's all good.]
Ten days worth of spooky content, I'm not complaining.
[the path here is more of old cobblestone bricks, paved over with an attempt at cement, the older foundations of dry sand a forgotten thing once they got to be filled in with something that would keep the city more steady. in smaller alleyways like this, it paints a more quaint picture of the city—it might also be that they're heading down towards the opening of bloem district, with its many flowers, potted plants, and trees that glow with vibrant colors.]
[pumpkins and candles decorate the windowsills and spaces in between, too. this is probably prompto's favorite part of the city, shaded away from the bright neon lights by houses so old with triangular peaks, it's worth wondering how they didn't succumb to being built over.]
There's a party tomorrow that this guy is throwing for me and another friend. Our birthdays are real close by, so... Do you wanna drop in?
The novelty of the holiday is hard to ignore. It’s one that… stimulates the imagination more than the rest.
[Even as he speaks, he notices how the path seems to slowly transform into something that mixes the past with modernity, or at least an attempt to keep that past from crumbling apart. The little alleyway feels slightly uneven under his step, and even more so when his cane — sometimes clicking against the pavement as they walk — catches against smoothed-over crevices, worn down by time and effort.
In the distance, at the exit of their funneled walk, he thinks he can see the shuddering of tree branches casting a green swath of color against the sky. V’s eyes gravitate towards it, finding the contrast of nature in this mega-metropolitan future somewhat fascinating. Jack-o’-lanterns smile at them as they ease past.]
I’m not usually one for parties. [To say the least, ever the introvert. One-on-one conversations are easy enough, but V finds the attention of strangers, pulling in every direction, utterly exhausting.] I don’t think I’d be very exciting nor very celebratory.
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-I think it is clever.
-No idea yet, but Morningstar has set me out with a stipend. That should help for now.
-I did. William Blake is in the public domain; free to download and read. Haven’t spent a single credit; thank you for those codes.
-What’s your idea?
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[LMFAO]
please don't call me mr silver lol
glad you found the william blake stuff! and no probs i got a ton more of those codes
so my ideaaaaa is that i have an extra room in this apartment i started renting out
if you got nowhere to go it's yours!
also cuz i can totally afford it right now but two months from now i'll be seriously sweating to make the pay lol so i'm looking into splitting the rent with someone anyway
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[DUH]
You want me to room with you? That's generous, but wouldn't it make sense to seek out someone more financially sound?
[Someone who's found disposable income, and not just relying on the amount given to him by an underground movement.]
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i'll try and make an effort not to
[when people tell him what's up he tends to reel it in]
yeah sure, but you'll get a job eventually right?
everyone else i know already has a place or has declined
i mean
it's just an idea so it's whatevs if it isn't cool with you
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I plan on finding a means to eke by, yes.
[He hasn’t forgotten about the narrating suggestion. And while he’s still very much clueless with regards on how to land that kind of job, it’s still floating around in his skull.]
I wouldn’t be very responsible of me, otherwise. So if this is an offer that you’ve given a long amount of thought to, given that I’m still a stranger, I would accept.
I won’t get in the way.
[introvert life]
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you can always just move out
no hard feelings or anything
but! you'll get your own room and stuff
it'll be pretty helpful to start with!
lol i'm not a terrible person to live with i promise
[SO........]
is that a yes??
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[Joking? Not? A MYSTERY.]
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i don't have enough things to classify as not picking up after myself haha
never had anyone pick up after me so i learned to do all those things
i know it might sound hard to believe but i'm pretty organized
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[Even though he already said that.
And even though he's accepted, reverse roommate interview continues.]
This is a new apartment, correct? One that you've only recently moved into? If so, what was wrong with the old one?
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i was living there for nearly two months with two of my friends from eos
they're both not here anymore
[thanks for that reminder]
started to hate the place for how empty it was after..how crowded it had been before
[at least he wears his heart on his sleeve, so he's honest??]
should i uh meet you and show you the way to the apartment?
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[It makes sense, not wanting to linger in memory. He's sure that apartment must act as a reminder of the presences no longer there, and as long as that's the only reason he's searching for a new place, V has nothing else to add on the matter.]
Come this way then. I could use the slow amble.
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[v seems okay with jokes and the like, so prompto returns the favor, not being too worried about being misunderstood for actually complaining.]
[it won't take him long to reach the safehouse. at this point, he has no intentions of going inside, because that's a little too eager, right?]
i'm outside
lmk when you're ready
[this is the tutorial portion of your NA exploration. please don't spook him]
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Until he comes to a stop next to Prompto, of course, in which the tip of said cane taps against the ground for him to lean against.]
Well. Here I am.
[Dressed plainly, in Morningstar-given clothing; but like before, his color choices all run dark.]
Lead the way.
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You're really into black, huh? You're looking a lot better.
[prompto's more casual today, long sleeves because it has been more chilly out lately. the fact that v has nothing on his back other than his clothes and cane makes it clear that the guy literally has nothing, which should be expected.]
[he starts leading the way, out towards the less busy streets of new amsterdam]
You're gonna need clothes and like a bunch of other things. I got some stuff that one of my friends would wear. It's mostly suits but... could be helpful in a pinch. There's a bunch of thrift stores along the way anyway.
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Why not match the rest of me? [In reference to his hair and his tattoos, and the color black. V's shirt is a v-neck (no pun necessary) with half-sleeves, fitting his form. His tattoos, as always, are visible black scrawling lines swirling down his arm, and around his neck.
He follows, slowly, only a step or two behind the other.]
I hadn't realized we were making this a shopping trip, too. Do you intend to wear me out before we reach the apartment?
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Ah, well...
[with an awkward stumbling of words and a hand placed to the back of his neck in rising embarrassment, prompto slows down a little.]
Sorry. It was just a suggestion. [he's so easily malleable whenever someone expresses discontent or a differing opinion.] You could look around later, or online, too, I guess...
[he trails off, scuffs his shoes on the sidewalk. but not to be deterred, suddenly:] Are you hungry?
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I was only joking.
[A whirl of his cane as they walk, a perfect spin before he taps it on the sidewalk again.]
I will need clothes, just as much as I'll need food later. If you want to shop, then let's shop. You did say that you were the citywide expert, didn't you?
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Some of your jokes don't sound like jokes, okay! [plus, prompto is trying incredibly hard to be liked (even if he might not need it)] I don't wanna come off as obnoxious or anything!
[he already does]
[but his enthusiasm seems to have returned just as easy, apparently used to getting teased like this quite a lot by his older, cooler friends (if the chocobros can be considered cool).]
It'll be quick! Just grab some black clothes. Oh! There's some wristbands I saw at HEMA, so definitely drop by! Hmm... What kinda food do you like? I'm feeling something like chocolate creampuffs. It's not actually chocolate, though, but I mean, it's good enough—
[stop him or he'll continue forevermore]
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Obnoxious, enthusiastic, talks a hundred miles an hour with no sign of stopping. He wonders if this is how it's always going to be, rooming with Prompto; might as well halt these habits at the root, though it might already be too late.
After he's swatted at, and when the tirade continues, V reaches out to hook the hilt of his cane around Prompto's shoulder, yanking him back. It isn't aggressive, but it might be startling.]
'He whose face gives no light shall never become a star.' As much as this might apply to you, you'll become a supernova, Prompto. But all things in moderation. Let's worry about clothes first, and then food.
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[did he just get scolded with a poem?? he did get startled at being yanked back, but it somehow helps cut off his train of thought, grounding him a bit.]
I'm all over the place. Gotta chill. [it's gonna become a mantra] Clothes first, then!
[he's going to also take on these as constructive criticism rather than jump the gun and think he's getting made fun of or otherwise criticized without any chance of redeeming himself.]
It's just— Well! It's my birthday! Which, no big deal, really, but it'd be cool to celebrate a little with indulging! That and your release, of course.
[man, sure sucks being the person who is all 'lol it's my bday but no big deal' how cringe]
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Your birthday?
[Ah. A pause.]
A happy birthday to you, then. How old are you now?
[Ignoring the fact that Prompto is abiding by this world's calendar, despite not lining up with the one back home(??), V is curious.]
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[(how sad that it's the first happy birthday he gets all day)]
Thanks! [and for that, prompto's smiling, all enthusiasm and genuine cheer] I'm twenty-one now. I know it's hard to believe that I am, in fact, an adult, but this is now a truth that we must all live with.
[the city is littered with halloween decorations, people walking by with costumes like it's normal, even during the daytime. he turns right, towards a curved path lined up with houses that double as stores.]
It's close to Halloween here, which is pretty cool.
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[Not that this detracts from his happy birthday wishes, unknowing that he's the first to bless Prompto with one.]
And being so close to Halloween means that it's the perfect excuse for you to party and drink, isn't that right? [He says it with a knowing grin, which is ironic given V's propensity to... do the opposite.] The holiday runs very long in this world.
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Ten days worth of spooky content, I'm not complaining.
[the path here is more of old cobblestone bricks, paved over with an attempt at cement, the older foundations of dry sand a forgotten thing once they got to be filled in with something that would keep the city more steady. in smaller alleyways like this, it paints a more quaint picture of the city—it might also be that they're heading down towards the opening of bloem district, with its many flowers, potted plants, and trees that glow with vibrant colors.]
[pumpkins and candles decorate the windowsills and spaces in between, too. this is probably prompto's favorite part of the city, shaded away from the bright neon lights by houses so old with triangular peaks, it's worth wondering how they didn't succumb to being built over.]
There's a party tomorrow that this guy is throwing for me and another friend. Our birthdays are real close by, so... Do you wanna drop in?
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[Even as he speaks, he notices how the path seems to slowly transform into something that mixes the past with modernity, or at least an attempt to keep that past from crumbling apart. The little alleyway feels slightly uneven under his step, and even more so when his cane — sometimes clicking against the pavement as they walk — catches against smoothed-over crevices, worn down by time and effort.
In the distance, at the exit of their funneled walk, he thinks he can see the shuddering of tree branches casting a green swath of color against the sky. V’s eyes gravitate towards it, finding the contrast of nature in this mega-metropolitan future somewhat fascinating. Jack-o’-lanterns smile at them as they ease past.]
I’m not usually one for parties. [To say the least, ever the introvert. One-on-one conversations are easy enough, but V finds the attention of strangers, pulling in every direction, utterly exhausting.] I don’t think I’d be very exciting nor very celebratory.
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yikes prompto is so gay
gay crisis #18231283
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#1 public enemy thread
you love him and his shoes
talk to my lawyer
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