[at least prompto stops halfway through turning around and deciding to ignore v's pleas and seems to give it some thought. he turns back to the other, stopping all movement, and shrugging before accepting.]
Fine.
[he can understand not wanting people to spend money on himself, to the point where he felt somewhat of a burden and an opportunist (he's just pretty dang excited to have a roommate he seems to get along with just fine).]
[almost as soon as prompto assents, a screen will pop up on v's implant; it includes the recipient of the trade and the total.]
All you gotta do is press accept and you'll be several credits lighter. It wasn't much though, don't you think? Thrift stores are the best.
[V has seen many strange things, even if some of them only exist in the memories he carries. Even so, the suddenness of a screen brought up by the implant is jarring — it’ll take a little longer to get used to the way it hovers in his mind’s eye, the light and flickering words waiting for input on his own side. He halts his walk, tilts his chin up to view it like one considering how to approach a problem.
Then, following Prompto’s command, he sends him the credits. At least V is begrudgingly adaptable.]
Perfect for a man on a budget. Like myself.
[He’s glad enough that his future roommate conceded.]
For now, anyway. Hopefully you'll get a job soon enough and you won't have to worry about your financials too much.
[but prompto gets the impression that v isn't someone who would be obsessed with spending a lot of money on himself, or others for the matter. almost like he could get by with the minimum. prompto grins momentarily at that, before swinging the bag with clothes around and keeping up with their adventure in going to the store to get some food and later to the apartment.]
[it's a pretty quick trip. prompto gets two small--the size of his palms, really--strawberry pies (pricey, but it's his birthday and he feels like he can treat himself to something a little fancy). they get a few more things, prompto mostly deciding on what to get to prepare food later. they split the costs without the need of v to request for a fairer arrangement. except for the pies, that's prompto's alone.]
[it doesn't take them long to arrive at the apartment building, cross the lobby, and board the elevator to their floor. prompto's going on and on with explanations on the city and how things work, broaching the subject of his job a little, explaining their time in new tokyo, the like. just a bit of a condensed version of all that's happened--until they reach the apartment.]
Anyway, home sweet home. [it's a quiet fanfare, not really that enthused, as prompto uses the implant to unlock the door and it reveals the inside. it's a small place, considerably, but it's spacious enough that two people can live in it quite comfortably.] It's pretty new so I haven't really had a chance to organize a lot. The rooms are down the hall. [he's walking, still holding the bags, opens up a door] This is the bathroom. Anyway, I'll get you a copy of the scan code to unlock the door before the end of the day. You got any room preferences? Oh, until you can get a job we can just split up the food money and like, toilet paper or whatever, if that's what you'd prefer?
[he's doing the thing where he asks/says too much of different things.]
[He appreciates the condensed version of what's happened recently, remaining mostly quiet until they reach the apartment, food and strawberry pies in tow. Once they're in the room, Prompto once again assaults him with all manner of questions, as if he's supposed to tend to them all in a single reply.
V really is starting to wonder if he realizes how conversations are supposed to work.
JUST ANSWERING ONE THING, THEN-]
I'd like the room furthest from the entrance. [Avoiding the noise of foot traffic when/if Prompto invites some of his friends over. He has a feeling that might be a thing that happens.]
[with v's usual ability to stop prompto from talking to himself endlessly by answering his every question, prompto comes to a halt and registers the situation at hand as the one to give priority to.]
[he heads on over to the door at the end of the hallway and presses the button open; it's mostly walls, with a very small window.]
This one, then.
[handing the bag with clothes over to v, prompto smiles and nods. there's already a bed in it, a table and chair. the bare minimum, really.]
You can add more furniture to it later. Pretty alright in size, right?
[Is the concession he gives when he enters the room, which means that V is fine with it. The sparseness doesn't bother him. In fact, it's likely very little will change between now and however long he must stay in this world. There's a beauty in the simplicity.]
It even has a window. You spoil me.
[He knows which corner he's going to utilizing the most, when he reads.]
I won't need much. [Grabbing the bag of clothes, he moves over to the bed, setting it down for now.] It's fine the way it is.
[this seems to be going well. prompto nods, smiling.]
Well, let me know if you do! For now it's fine, I get it.
[there may come a time when v feels like he needs a shelf or a drawer compartment or maybe just a plant or two. curtains, even! but people get to adjust first and then everything else will come.]
So.
[it's still his birthday--but prompto's feeling pretty content with the fact that the apartment is not empty. it might be quiet, but there'll be that reassuring feeling that there's someone else around.]
I'm just gonna unpack stuff [pointing behind himself, over his shoulder] and like order something to eat later or whatever. [embarrassingly earnest] Anyway, roomie. Welcome!
[He lets a breath out, but it's coupled with a faint grin.]
Well. Thank you for having me.
[Prompto's about to make his departure, and though V is a little tired from their trek through the city, he does appreciate the effort gone to making him feel slightly more oriented. And so-]
[that kind of feedback has prompto smiling despite himself. it might seem odd to room with someone who is relatively a stranger, but he has a good feeling about this. they don't not get along, despite the stark differences in their personalities.]
Likewise!
See ya around, V.
[he's just going to go and busy himself with unpacking some of the things he brought in from his previous apartment, excitedly eat the strawberry pies, and do some unnecessary decorating in his room.]
[home sweet home as they say, a birthday relatively well spent.]
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Fine.
[he can understand not wanting people to spend money on himself, to the point where he felt somewhat of a burden and an opportunist (he's just pretty dang excited to have a roommate he seems to get along with just fine).]
[almost as soon as prompto assents, a screen will pop up on v's implant; it includes the recipient of the trade and the total.]
All you gotta do is press accept and you'll be several credits lighter. It wasn't much though, don't you think? Thrift stores are the best.
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Then, following Prompto’s command, he sends him the credits. At least V is begrudgingly adaptable.]
Perfect for a man on a budget. Like myself.
[He’s glad enough that his future roommate conceded.]
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[but prompto gets the impression that v isn't someone who would be obsessed with spending a lot of money on himself, or others for the matter. almost like he could get by with the minimum. prompto grins momentarily at that, before swinging the bag with clothes around and keeping up with their adventure in going to the store to get some food and later to the apartment.]
[it's a pretty quick trip. prompto gets two small--the size of his palms, really--strawberry pies (pricey, but it's his birthday and he feels like he can treat himself to something a little fancy). they get a few more things, prompto mostly deciding on what to get to prepare food later. they split the costs without the need of v to request for a fairer arrangement. except for the pies, that's prompto's alone.]
[it doesn't take them long to arrive at the apartment building, cross the lobby, and board the elevator to their floor. prompto's going on and on with explanations on the city and how things work, broaching the subject of his job a little, explaining their time in new tokyo, the like. just a bit of a condensed version of all that's happened--until they reach the apartment.]
Anyway, home sweet home. [it's a quiet fanfare, not really that enthused, as prompto uses the implant to unlock the door and it reveals the inside. it's a small place, considerably, but it's spacious enough that two people can live in it quite comfortably.] It's pretty new so I haven't really had a chance to organize a lot. The rooms are down the hall. [he's walking, still holding the bags, opens up a door] This is the bathroom. Anyway, I'll get you a copy of the scan code to unlock the door before the end of the day. You got any room preferences? Oh, until you can get a job we can just split up the food money and like, toilet paper or whatever, if that's what you'd prefer?
[he's doing the thing where he asks/says too much of different things.]
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V really is starting to wonder if he realizes how conversations are supposed to work.
JUST ANSWERING ONE THING, THEN-]
I'd like the room furthest from the entrance. [Avoiding the noise of foot traffic when/if Prompto invites some of his friends over. He has a feeling that might be a thing that happens.]
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[he heads on over to the door at the end of the hallway and presses the button open; it's mostly walls, with a very small window.]
This one, then.
[handing the bag with clothes over to v, prompto smiles and nods. there's already a bed in it, a table and chair. the bare minimum, really.]
You can add more furniture to it later. Pretty alright in size, right?
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[Is the concession he gives when he enters the room, which means that V is fine with it. The sparseness doesn't bother him. In fact, it's likely very little will change between now and however long he must stay in this world. There's a beauty in the simplicity.]
It even has a window. You spoil me.
[He knows which corner he's going to utilizing the most, when he reads.]
I won't need much. [Grabbing the bag of clothes, he moves over to the bed, setting it down for now.] It's fine the way it is.
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Well, let me know if you do! For now it's fine, I get it.
[there may come a time when v feels like he needs a shelf or a drawer compartment or maybe just a plant or two. curtains, even! but people get to adjust first and then everything else will come.]
So.
[it's still his birthday--but prompto's feeling pretty content with the fact that the apartment is not empty. it might be quiet, but there'll be that reassuring feeling that there's someone else around.]
I'm just gonna unpack stuff [pointing behind himself, over his shoulder] and like order something to eat later or whatever. [embarrassingly earnest] Anyway, roomie. Welcome!
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Well. Thank you for having me.
[Prompto's about to make his departure, and though V is a little tired from their trek through the city, he does appreciate the effort gone to making him feel slightly more oriented. And so-]
I'm here if you need me.
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Likewise!
See ya around, V.
[he's just going to go and busy himself with unpacking some of the things he brought in from his previous apartment, excitedly eat the strawberry pies, and do some unnecessary decorating in his room.]
[home sweet home as they say, a birthday relatively well spent.]