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[ Well, if Dave gets sick now, it's not on Prompto!! He made his choice. (JK. Prompto will still beat himself up about it if Dave gets sick, probably. This is one case of the sniffles no one should have to "enjoy".

He spends the rest of his time trying to devise some way to explain the whole water-is-wet controversy, but it's difficult with his sickbrain, and anyway, he pretty much forgets all about it when Dave knocks on his door.

...Or his new creation is knocking on his door???

If anything will get him up and out of bed, it's the sound of that muffled voice, and seconds later, Prompto flings the door wide, folding at the knees immediately to take his son into his arms. ]

H-he's...he's perfect...

[ He might be crying. ]

[what if it does kill you, Rion? WHAT THEN.]

[but, oh. it can be hard to read Dave's expression sometimes, but right now, it ... actually might be even moreso. that's just the face he makes when he's looking inward, seeing all the times something has gone wrong that he's come to blame himself for, and silently promising not to let Rion down here, either.]

Buzzkill. [rude. but it's said with more of a muted fondness than anything.]

What flavor you thinking?

Orange. Or grape, I guess, they all kind of taste the same kind of awful.

[ She's definitely wondering about that look on his face, though-- rather, wondering what it even means, because it seems like he's not even there with her in that minute.

It's... definitely strange. Maybe a little concerning. ]

[man, that's about the saddest scene that's ever gotten seen. or ... sappiest? maybe it's a little of both.]

[and while Dave would be perfectly fine to leave a sick bird bro to bond with his brand new son, there's still business that needs taking care of. first of all, he may have brought the lizard over here as an excuse to check in, see just how sick Prompto is for himself.]

[second of all.]

You gonna give him a name or what?

[an important rite for all new parents. Dave's only half a dad on a technicality here, so he'll leave the honor to Prompto.]

[hey, there's no need for concern, he's not the one coming down with an acute case of roberculosis.]

I'll do orange. [that's only because she didn't suggest apple!!]

[also because he thinks he's a metaphorically sick enough rapper that he can rhyme orange without it sounding stupid. and, it doesn't sound stupid exactly — more like dorky? like the kind of dorky where you rhyme orange and storage. but it does do the trick.]

[ She really should have thought of what would have rhymed more easily to give him a breather. Sorry, Dave!!

Rion is very impressed, though. ]

[it's cool, like he's said before, he hasn't met a word he can't rhyme yet.]

[but he wordlessly hands the bottle of cold meds on over — not on account of him not having anymore words handy, but on account of that being his third rhyme for the day. he'll just have to keep those words to himself.]

You're seriously the best, you know that?

[ maybe she'll actually be able to sleep peacefully. ]

[he only has something of a half shrug as an answer for that. yeah, he knows he's pretty great! or at least, his convenience store game has been damn strong.]

[that's his hubris talking. emoting. just wait until he tries rapping up soup later.]

[in any case, Dave lifts his hand, so he can fire off a text or five.]

there arent instructions on there right
yeah ive got no idea what a dose is supposed to be
so i dunno
take a swig and text in the morning i guess

[ In full disclosure, Prompto is definitely sick as a dog, though it's easy enough for him to ignore his symptoms with the right stimulus. In this case, it is absolutely his robo-lizard son, which he is now lifting into his arms, turning him over to check him out from every angle. He's just as he imagined...colored like a bag of Skittles and all. ]

Oh — right! He's gotta have somethin' epic to match his dynamic personality. Let's see, here...

[ He sets the lizard back down as he roars cheerfully(?). What sort of a lizard does he look like? A Michael? A Chico? A Maximilian? Give him a moment to consider this... ]

He kinda looks like a Bart to me. Sir Bart...iolus. The First.

[ He should probably have more titles. And a surname. He's just getting started! ]

I promise not to drink the whole bottle, but a swig sounds safe.

[ ... she can hope. ]

Bartiolus. [man, that lizard's gonna need more name tags than he's got colorful width to stick a name tag on. and the title kinda implies that there's going to be a Junior or The Second at some point, doesn't it Astoria's probably going to be stuck watching an entire clan of psychedelic lizards while they're all out world hopping.]

[which ... hm.]

Well, all right. A dude that stupidly loud's gotta have a pretty damn high decibel name to go with it.

You kinda look like you've been smeared through a sieve though, dude.

[that's a really fucking weird way of asking Prompto if he's all right, Dave.]

[it'll be fine! most likely.]

[Dave can't really do much aside from put faith in his magic, as much as he'd like to try to figure something out, so ... thumbs up it is.]

[ Astoria could probably use some company while they're out, anyway...why not let it be an army of psychedelic lizards? But for now, Prompto seems peached as pie with his arms around Bartiolus, even as the 'bot seemingly wriggles to get free. Look at his little arms flail. ]

Y'know? I thought that exact same thing when I was lookin' at myself in the mirror this morning. "Prompto, you devil, you're lookin' awfully sieve-smeared today!"

[ ...Well, perhaps not in those exact words, but the sentiment was there. It speaks volumes to his condition just how deflated his hair is. ]

'N you look like you...didn't...sleep well?

[ Right back at you, Dave. ]

[what's sleep.]

What? This is my normal face. [Dave ... shut up. but it's true enough, though — he sometimes keeps odd sleeping schedules, healthy or not, and even though having a mild cold for a few days kind of threw that schedule somewhere even stranger, he ... well, yeah, maybe he does look a bit sleep deprived.]

Like I said, though, I'm fine. It's pretty much literally everyone else that's got a worse case of roberculosis than I do.

Uh. You gonna be all right?

[ Any case of roberculosis is worse than none, even if he's only suffering light effects himself, but more than that, Prompto just has never been good at...knowing how to let people be worried about him. At least an illness is more surface-level than in other ways, but he still doesn't feel worth it.

So he waves a hand, his grin relaxing as he sets Bartiolus back down and pushes himself back to his feet. ]

You bet! Nothin' a little soup and sleep can't fix. Aaaaand a cool robot lizard to hang out with won't hurt, either. I owe you one, dude.

[ First a cheeseburger, and now his first born...Dave is really going above and beyond on the friendship here. ]

Yeah, kinda.

[he ... doesn't mean that seriously. please don't take that seriously, Prompto. Dave is the sort of kid who will sass and bluster his way through doing pretty much anything for the people he likes.]

You mean like chicken noodle soup, though?

[ He is 100% going to take that seriously, sorry, Dave. But to be fair, even if he hadn't just made him a robo-lizard son, Prompto would be doing him favors anyway. Gotta earn his keep and make himself wanted, you know?? The gold standard for dealing with self-worth issues... ]

Chicken noodle, tomato, veggie, chowder...whatever it takes! Why, you hungry?

[ Is he thinking about getting Dave soup now? He might...be... ]

[oh, yeah, he knows all about the self-worth issues! his in particular manifest as a messed up view of heroism.]

I could probably eat. But maybe not all that in one bowl.

[Dave.]

You sorta look like you need more of the sleeping portion of your illness game plan though.

[ What, did the exaggerated circles under his eyes give him away? ]

Tell that to my stupid body! It'd rather hack up a lung whenever I lie down instead... [ As if to demonstrate how ruthless his cough has been, he pauses to hack into the crook of his arm. ] I'd get tea or somethin', but that requires, y'know, knowing...how to make tea.

[ It's literally hot water with leaves in it but even that is asking a lot of him in the kitchen. ]

[tea is, weirdly enough, something he knows how to make! thanks, Rion.]

Making tea's dead simple, it's pretty much just putting a bottle of Lipton over the fire. [THAT'S NOT HOW SHE TAUGHT YOU TO MAKE TEA, DAVE.]

If you can't sleep, why not go try it out?

[they're ... probably going to burn down the entire goddamn temple at this rate.]

[ Yeah, probably...but Astoria can just build a new one, right? Probably. Sure. ]

And catch some fresh air? Yeah, you bet I'm in. Show me the ropes!

[ Bartiolus growls, running into Prompto's leg before turning around to head for the door. ]

...Guess he's in, too.

Yeah, all right — I guess we can grab some 9 volt batteries for him while we're in the kitchen.

[it will probably occur to him at some point that as the Circle's walking convenience store, he's the one who will probably wind up responsible for keeping Bartiolus fed and happy. but that's neither here nor there, he'll let the little lizard son lead the way down the hall to the kitchen while he makes a pit stop at his own room.]

[who knows what he's getting in there? it's very nearly jam packed with stuff— including a stack of dead laptop batteries that grows by at least one every day. hang on just a sec, Prompto, he's going to go digging through an unrelated pile of junk.]

[ It's cool, he can chill just inside the door, trying not to snoop but also totally kind of snooping, a blanket tugged around his shoulders like a cape. Is he using his illness as an excuse to basically wear a cape? Probably.

After a moment though, he can't help but ask: ]

What're you lookn' for? Buried treasure?

[ He wouldn't be surprised if there is some in here, tbh, Dave's room looks like an Experience. ]

[oh man, if it's an actual cape Prompto is interested in, Dave knows all about capes.]

You could say that, yeah — assuming I remember where the fuck I pirate buried this stuff.

[ah, here we go: he wasn't kidding when he said he'd learned how to make tea, because he does, in fact, have a few packets of tea buried underneath a pile of other nondescript snacks. it's apple tea, because of course it is.]

[it was nice knowing you, uncharred kitchen.]

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