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Third Floor Common Room; Sunday Afternoon [11/11].
Sunday, November 11th, 2018 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hashtag_chocobroPrompto had had a pretty good day, really. Good, brisk jog around the island earlier in the day, then hit up the gym for some weight training, another jog around before returning to the dorms. Grab a shower, fix his hair, and then it was time to finally give into that appetite he'd worked up nicely and relax with whatever he could find that was good background noise for a few rounds of kicking butt on King's Knight, especially since Gladio finally started playing and he'd really have to rub it in how much of a newb he was on it.
Hey, he didn't get a chance to easily beat Gladio in anything; he had to take advantage of it while he could.
The sandwich he was making, in any case, was going to be pretty epic, too. Huge, the kind you needed three hands and a jaw that you could unhinge to be able to eat it. Nice variety of veg, too, with about half the condiments he could find in the fridge to boot. He'd totally earned it. He grabbed a knife to slice that bad boy in half, then set it carefully in the sink while he went to add a carefully portioned handful of chips to his plate, whipped out his phone to take a few pictures of the beautiful monster. Satisfied after a few tries with the angles and the lighting, he went to the sink to clean off the knife right away, because it was just smart to not leave sharp knives hanging around in sinks unwashed for people to cut themselves on.
Except that...there was no knife in the sink.
"What?" Prompto asked to no one in particular, since he was alone, blinking at the empty sink. "But it was just...I just put it there!"
So he checked the counter, he checked if he dropped it, he checked under the sink, back by his plate, back in the drawer, but...nothing. No knife. No where.
"I literally just had it!" he remarked again, continuing the check everywhere he'd just checked, thinking maybe he missed it, because where the heck would it have even gone? It had just been there!
"Whaaaat? How? I don't even..."
[[ the case of the mysteriously disappearing knife is literally the only exciting thing happening at work right now. Open! ]]
Hey, he didn't get a chance to easily beat Gladio in anything; he had to take advantage of it while he could.
The sandwich he was making, in any case, was going to be pretty epic, too. Huge, the kind you needed three hands and a jaw that you could unhinge to be able to eat it. Nice variety of veg, too, with about half the condiments he could find in the fridge to boot. He'd totally earned it. He grabbed a knife to slice that bad boy in half, then set it carefully in the sink while he went to add a carefully portioned handful of chips to his plate, whipped out his phone to take a few pictures of the beautiful monster. Satisfied after a few tries with the angles and the lighting, he went to the sink to clean off the knife right away, because it was just smart to not leave sharp knives hanging around in sinks unwashed for people to cut themselves on.
Except that...there was no knife in the sink.
"What?" Prompto asked to no one in particular, since he was alone, blinking at the empty sink. "But it was just...I just put it there!"
So he checked the counter, he checked if he dropped it, he checked under the sink, back by his plate, back in the drawer, but...nothing. No knife. No where.
"I literally just had it!" he remarked again, continuing the check everywhere he'd just checked, thinking maybe he missed it, because where the heck would it have even gone? It had just been there!
"Whaaaat? How? I don't even..."
[[ the case of the mysteriously disappearing knife is literally the only exciting thing happening at work right now. Open! ]]