Third Floor Common Room; Friday Afternoon [08/31].

[hashtag_chocobro]

The rainy weather had put a damper (Ha! Get it?) on Prompto's plans for another good jog around the island, which he wasn't too broken-hearted about, believe him on that, but he wasn't going to let being in a new place sway him into breaking all the good habits he'd built up over the years. He went down to the gym instead, got in some time with some weights, a punching bag, and more than a little bit of time with his own reflection in the mirror. What? Even he had to admit he'd come a long way from the sad, lonely chubby kid he used to be.

After the gym, he hit the showers, and then meandered over to the common room to whip up the peanut butter chocolate protein shake he'd been practically dreaming about since he'd brought it up at his cooking class earlier that week, filled his glass, and then went to crash on the couch.

"Alright!" he said, obviously to no one in particular since he was, at that point, by himself, getting comfortable, lying in a way so that one leg danged off the side of the couch, the other off the arm of it. "Now it's time to chillax!"

Which generally involved texting Noctis and beating his butt in King's Knight.

[[ open common room is ooooopeeeeen!]]