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

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.

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It wasn't that Sabine was one to seek people out by going to random common rooms, it was that hers had run out of coffee and one of the others had to have some.

"Looks like you've made yourself right at home," she noted.

"Well, yeah," Prompto chuckled, "almost like I live here or something."

The game on his phone distracted him for a clearly very intense moment right then, enough that he sat up again, attention completely devoted to the small screen while his thumbs flew over it; it emitted a few battle sounds, canned effects of slicing swords and grunting warriors, before it came to a head and Prompto groaned, falling back on the couch in disappointed defeat. "Ugh, man, he got me again. Probably time for a break anyway."

He swiped across the screen to close the game, typing out a quick text to let Noctis know that he was totally a cheater, obviously, and then he turned his attention toward Sabine with a grin. "What up, Sib?"

Oh no. A nickname.

"Needed an extra boost," she said, going to rummage through the kitchen. "How'd the first week go?"

"Pretty great, actually!" Prompto decided after a moment to make sure that, yeah, it had definitely been great. More than great. Exceptionally great, and he flashed her a grin that said as much. "Waaay more time on my hands than I'm used to, but that's okay, that just gives more time to work on some sweet gains."

Please don't mind the flexing, Sabine, he couldn't help himself.

"Just got in a good workout earlier today, actually. No classes to get in the way. So weird! But not a complaint."

Boys.

She debated steering clear of anything that might cause more flexing, but found herself asking, "Working out like training with something specific?"

Prompto shrugged a little. "Just weights and stuff," he said. "Gotta work on that tone. Did a few rounds with the punching bag, too," and he punched a few hooks into the air, with little sound effects and everything, but then he snorted a laugh at himself and shrugged again, "but I'm never going to be good at that kind of stuff, though."

"Why not? It's just a matter of practice," she said, looking over once she'd started the coffee.

"I dunno," Prompto sighed a little, shaking his head, because he thought he wanted to get better at it...no, he knew he did, because he wanted to be part of the Crownsguard...or at the very least the Kingsglaive...and there was no way that was going to happen unless he got better, but... "Maybe for me it's a matter of mind over practice. I'm a lover," he placed a hand to his heart and grinned, "not a fighter."

Not much of either, actually, and his head tilted curiously. "Are you any good at that kind of stuff?"

The chick was wearing pieces of armor, sure, but it could just be a fashion statement. He wore motorcycle gloves and had never even touched one before, even if he'd like to.

"You could say that," she said vaguely, and then decided she could explain more. Between here and home, people other recognized what she was or just took it at face value, so she hadn't really had to explain any of it since she'd left. "My people are known for it."

Generally.

Usually, when someone said 'you could say that' in a vague tone like that, it usually meant the answer was a resounding 'yes,' or they were completely full of shit. Sabine didn't strike Prompto as the full-of-shit type, so color him intrigued now.

"Who are your people?" he asked, realizing that they'd spent so much time just getting his brain around this place last week that he really hadn't had a chance to get to know her hardly at all.

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"Mandalorians. We have a very long history including a lot of war. We've earned a reputation." Which, to be honest, Sabine didn't exactly hate, even if she didn't subscribe to a lot of things. "The armor's functional."

"Ah," said Prompto, who almost wished he hadn't asked, because a lot of war plus functional armor just made him think about Nifs and magitek soldiers, which never failed to make him feel uneasy. And then he felt like he'd talked himself into a conversational corner, because what did you say to something like that?

Well, he did think of something.

"Have you been in a war before?"

"No. There's always fighting going on somewhere, but I got out before having to do any of it," she said, and tilted her head at him. "You don't have anything like that on... Eros, right?"

Prompto snorted a faint laugh, shaking his head a little. Without really realizing it, he rubbed his hands on the top of his thighs a little. "We've been at war for ages," he admitted. "I was..." Another laugh, clearly a nervous sort, but he tried to brush it off. "I was actually really nervous when I first got here, thinking that if anyone found out I was Lucian, I'd be dead, but turns out, not so much a problem way out here, huh?"

Hey, that sounded familiar!

"Not really. Even if there are people who know what that is- and I don't have the first clue- I'm starting to think that can always be worked out," she said. "You'll be fine here."

"Yeah." Prompto found his grin again much easier, almost a little grateful as it turned back toward her. "I'm definitely feeling that way, too. And that is a very good thing, too, because this place? Is freakin' ah-maze-ing. Like, legit."

"Oh yeah? What's so great?" she wondered. She kind of liked the place, too.

Prompto was just going to spare at bit of a duh look at Sabine before launching into a manifesto filled with well-timed bounces and counting off on his fingers.

"Well, first," he started, "the classes are dope, even the teachers are cool, and the there's so many great," girls, "people," Yang. "Dorms? Awesome. Danger Shop? MEGA awesome. There is a store here that had puppies and the dude just lets you come in and play with them."

Need he go on? How do you top Puppy Time???

"Sounds like you found your perfect place," she said, trying not to be too amused.

"Well," Prompto's grin softened a touch, "almost perfect. Perfect would be if my friend Noct could be here with me."

And then the grin right back to smarmy, lifting his phone, give it a little shake. "But at least I still get to brag and really rub it in his face!"

"And really, isn't that what it's all about?" she said lightly. "I'm glad you're settling in okay. And that you're bragging."

Though she was wondering if he'd sent that picture he took of her to anyone now.

Noctis. Noctis got aaallll the pictures.

"Eh," Prompto chuckled as he waved a dismissive hand, "he's a prince, he'll be alright."

And Prompto had taken to his phone again, so he could pull up a picture and turn it toward Sabine to show her. "That"s him right there," he said, sounding pround and admiring as he swiped through a few of them. "Here"s us together. And hah, yeah, real cute with this one, huh? Oh, he hates this one!"

It was very clear that he could probably go on like that all day, but he would be kind and only make her suffer through the few. Besides, he never really knew when something embarrassing might pop up or something.

Somehow, these pictures were exactly what Sabine would have expected them to be.

"Maybe you can get him to come visit sometime," she suggested, though she felt like that might possibly be trouble somehow? Just a hunch.

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