( 01 ) prompto » mar 20, afternoon

[failtography]

Um. Hi! Hello. Bit of a long shot here, but has anyone lost a black baby chocobo recently? ( careful listeners would probably notice an intermittent chirping in the background. ) She just sort of - showed up on my doorstep this morning in a box with ribbons and everything so maybe she isn't lost after all... still, just thought I'd ask in case anyway.

( a slight pause, almost hesitant, and then he adds: ) I'm takin' care of her for now, so don't worry. If she's yours, let me know!

( ooc; voice and action threads are welcome! he'll be at home with his new birdchild, so feel free to drop by the house if you know him or aranea c: )

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[sirnyxalot]

[He only knows of one chocobo chick, but...]

You said it's a black chick?

[failtography]

Yep. ( he might seem just a liiiiittle disappointed. don't mind him. ) Y'know who she belongs to?

[sirnyxalot]

No, just curious. My... [How to define Jack.} brother has a chocobo too, but it's not black.

[failtography]

Oh. ( relief, and then: ) Wait-- there's more?!

[sirnyxalot]

Must be. Can't remember where we got it, but it hatched just a few days ago.

[ouzel]

[ Cassian squints at the phone before he decides to reply to this. ]

Is that like an overgrown chicken?

[failtography]

Hey, there was a guy who left a message on the phone network about somethin' hatching? Jack, I think his name was --

[failtography]

Kinda! It's not really a chicken but I guess they're pretty close...

[ouzel]

[ Does he ask what it is?

Maybe not over the phone. ]

If it came in a box with ribbons it may be yours. She.

[failtography]

Yeah, that's what I was told, too -- not that I'd mind! She's really cute!

[ouzel]

All things considered you may just want to take care of her for now, until something comes up that makes you think she isn't yours.

[sirnyxalot]

That's the one! He was freaking out pretty hard.

[There's an uncertain pause, and then his next words are carefully measured.]

They're a bit of an...exotic pet. Did you find an egg too?

[failtography]

Sure, yeah, I can do that. She just turned up out of the blue so just on the off-chance that she was someone else's, they'd know she was safe at least! Wonder if anyone else got stuff from nowhere...

[failtography]

Yeah, I remember that! So his hatched just fine, huh? Didn't get an egg myself, the lil' thing was already out of hers by the time she got to me.

sorry I'm not sorry

[dehanded]

[ in complete, deadpan seriousness. ]

The chickobo is mine.

[ this plot to take the chocobo and eat it would work better if she knew how to say chocobo correctly... ]

the absolute worst

[failtography]

Huh? O-oh, okay.

( figures, she really did belong to someone... he really has to ask, however - )

How'd she get all the way here to my place?

shes adorable and you love her

[dehanded]

I was testing you! To see what you would do. You have passed, because you are... [ um. do not say weak, shit... ] soft hearted.

w o r s t

[failtography]

Um. ( HE'S NOT???? SURE HOW TO TAKE THAT????? ) Th - thanks?

What test did you say this was for, again?

[sirnyxalot]

Seems like it did. Unfortunately I've never personally cared for them, but it looks healthy enough.

Where'd you find her?

[failtography]

As long as it's getting food and water and warmth it should be fine! This girl was in a box -- someone just left her there at the door. Almost seemed gift-wrapped the way the ribbons were on the box, but it just seemed weird, you know? Right out of the blue like that?

[sirnyxalot]

Yeah, that is pretty weird. Why would someone just-

[He cuts himself off. It's probably not nearly as strange as it feels. Everyone here's certainly friendly enough.]

Maybe it's just this town. Mrs. Maybird gave me a casserole when I got out of the hospital. Said I looked like I needed to eat more.

Do you know a lot about em? Chocobos?

[failtography]

Nah, I know people here are nice, but - leaving her out in the open, though? Sure, she was in a box and all, yeah; still doesn't mean it isn't pretty cold out.

( what if he hadn't opened the door when he had? who knows how long the poor chick would've been out there.

welp, that's done and dusted, but he hopes he doesn't have to encounter anything like it ever again. )

Dude, chocobos are the best ev -- ( but wait, did that guy say he got out of the hospital? sounds like a lot of people are, lately. ) Whoa. You were in the hospital too?

[sirnyxalot]

I wouldn't worry too much. Whoever left her probably knew you were home to get her.

[It was something he'd worry about, but he was a little suspicious of this place to begin with. A lingering paranoia from the day he woke and realized that at least three people with amnesia in a town where it's forbidden to talk about the past is more than a coincidence.]

I spent about a week there. Bad accident, they said.

[failtography]

That's rough. ( and the sympathy is real, because it hits pretty close to home. ) I totally get you, though; one put me in the hospital too - still tryin' to recall what happened. Hell, it feels like there's been a lot of accidents lately. A lot for a small town like this one, anyway.

[sirnyxalot]

You're not wrong there.

[A pause.]

You wouldn't happened to have had a head injury, would you?

[failtography]

I... think so? Considering whatever happened messed with my memories a little ( a lot ) I probably hit my head pretty hard. 'Least I still remember spending time here, so not everything's gone.

[sirnyxalot]

[That's...another person to add to the list. He didn't know what it means yet, though.]

Good. Least you've got something to focus on now other than what's missing.

YOU LOVE HER.

[dehanded]

[ an unhelpfully long pause. ]

.............. Science?


[ THATS A THING HUMANS DO, RIGHT? ]

SMH

[failtography]

( ok no see this is the kind of shit he'd say too. YOU HAVE TO ANNOUNCE IT WITH GUSTO IBACHAN OR IT WON'T WORK!!!

... or well ok since it's prompto we're talking about here it still might. )

That's awful! You shouldn't have left her out in the cold!

SMH

[dehanded]

Rude, there was a box.