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[ 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.]

[ Press F to pay respects to the kitchen as it once was, before two blonde birds descended upon it.

Prompto backs up out the door, starting towards the kitchen while walking backwards. It's ill-advised, given he keeps almost tripping over his blanket cape, but this way he can grin at Dave, soooo, it works. ]

Neato! What kind you got there?

[ So long as it's not, like, bitter leaves, he'll be fine. ]

[fffffff]

[but it takes a little time to make the capes a bit more wieldy — Prompto just needs to work on his form and before you know it, he'll have the superhero look down pat.]

[Dave holds up the packets as they quick travel to the kitchen.]

Apple. Didn't really specify what kinda apple, or how it's apple. But I've had it before, so it's fine. [????]

[he's also conveniently leaving out the part that someone else probably helped him brew it last time. but ... oh well. maybe it'll help Prompto forget about being sick, one way or another, for at least a little while.]

[ As far as Prompto is concerned, apple flavor is apple flavor, and a flavor he likes, so that's good enough for him. Waaaaay better than, like, crumbled up bush leaves sitting at the bottom of a cup of hot water.

...As long as it's not made from apple tree leaves!! ]

Great! Can't wait to give it a whirl. [ And into the kitchen they go, Prompto mindfully stepping through the door so his cape doesn't get snapped in it. ] I can take care of the...hot water part?

[ Mostly because this is literally the only part of tea brewing he knows. He heads for a cupboard, withdrawing a kettle from it and starting to fill it in the sink. ]

[... why does crumbled up bush leaves sitting at the bottom of a hot cup of water sound suspiciously like something Prompto has tried?]

Yeah, all right, go for it.

[hopefully those aren't Dave's famous last words. he'll grab them some mugs in the meantime.]

[ (It's definitely something he's tried, and Ignis never let him make tea after that again...)

He finishes filling the kettle, before approaching the stove. It's already conveniently lit, saving him the trouble of having to figure out how the fuck to operate an old-fashioned wood-burning stove, and thank the gods for that. He wouldn't have gotten much further otherwise.

The kettle goes on top, and Prompto sighs, like he has just put forth a great effort. ]

Done and done! Now, it's apple time.

That was pretty much the best string of four words I've ever heard.

[fuck yeah it's apple time!! now, it's probably pretty obvious what one is supposed to do with the tea he's got here, as he rips the packets open and pulls out two teabags.]

[but instead of popping one into each mug to steep properly when the water's ready, Dave does the much smarter thing and just drops both bags right into the kettle as it's heating up.]

[ If Prompto was legally allowed to say "fuck", he definitely would have said "fuck yeah apple time", because it is. With no great concern, he watches Dave dump the teabags into the kettle, nodding as if this is definitely the way tea should be made, because as far as he knows, it is.

Once again, better than crumpled up leaves...! ]

Sooo, how long does this usually take, anyway?

[ Get ready for the tea-brewing equivalent of "are we there yet". ]

[ah, is Prompto not rated M for Mature.]

I dunno. Twenty minutes? Or maybe until it starts doing that whistling thing.

Oh! Right. The...whistling thing.

[ How the kettle knows when to whistle, he will never know. He finds a nearby chair to scooch over near the stove for Dave, before grabbing a seat for himself. ]

Too bad I can't use my power to speed other things up, huh...

Just yourself, right?

[he pauses, gears turning in his head, because that's as common a phrasing as gears are one of Dave's unintentional motifs. and then, he offers:]

My bro used to be able to do that.

[ Prompto's first takeaway from this is: ]

Oh — you have a brother? Way cool, man!

[ Guess who was an only child?

His second takeaway is: ]

...Wait, so he could control the speed of things around him instead?

That's what I called him, yeah, [though, the way he says that definitely implies that's not actually the full story. the full story is ... really weird. equally stupid. kind of unpleasant.]

[Dave wouldn't mind explaining, he'd just leave out the unpleasant parts.]

Nah. At least, I don't think so? He just moved really fast like you do — except instead of using it responsibly and scouring a lightning storm for broken sunglasses, he just used it to move his puppets around.

[ See, Prompto could ask about the odd way Dave describes "brother" as more of a title than a relation, but easily distractable as he is, he sort of...latches onto that last bit instead. He'll get back to that other thing later! But for now...

Puppets. ]

...His puppets? Was he some kinda...ventriloquist, or somethin'?

[ The thought of someone moving puppets around with their speed and then throwing their voices at said puppets is sort of horrifying, not gonna lie. ]

"Or somethin'" is a more accurate description.

[Dave leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "horrifying" is a pretty good word for it, too.]

It's hard to describe, I guess. It's more like he just had a fuckton of the things lying around — including in the shower and the microwave.

My room was pretty much the only place that was safe from 'em.

[ Ahh, a puppet in the shower...what a horrifying thought. Prompto may be easily spooked, but that's just messed up! ]

How'd you keep him out? Did you...

[ Thinking, thinking... ]

...lock the door?

[ Look, thinking while sick is hard. ]

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