fandomhighdorms | The Roof; Friday Evening [09/21].

Truth be told, Prompto was a little afraid of the dark, which might make it seem a little weird that he'd go up to the roof that evening, as the darkness was just settling in, but there was one thing he'd come to realize about this place, something he should have figured with it not even being on Eos or anything, and that was something he found a little unbelievable and absolutely amazing.

This place had no daemons.

He'd practically ran back to the dorms through the streets of Fandom that first time after his shift at the C.I.C. was over. Sure, the streets were lit well enough, but way out here, without any walls to protect him, he had no idea what to expect. He took his time a little more earlier this week, no one had mentioned anything about being caught in the dark late at night, could this place really not have any?

He figured the roof would be a great place to really scope out any dark places to avoid; if it turned out to be unsafe, he could duck back inside quickly enough, no problem. And if everything was fine, if his theory was right, then he'd get to spend the evening doing something he'd never imagined himself able to do: kick back and look up into a night sky full of stars.

"Amazing!"

It was the little things in life, right?

[[ open! m'boy here was feeling left out, so it's Prompto time! ]]

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"You lost me at learning," Prompto playfully admitted with a chuckle, "but that does sound pretty cool. In its own way, like you said. Do you miss it?"

Lana thought about that. "I don't really miss it, but I'd love to get back there someday. To have the learning," she gave Prompto an amused look, "without the stakes of school."

"That might make the learning part slightly better," Prompto allowed, grinning back. "Maybe. But I kind of don't mind the learning part here so far; it's way different than back home, and I like this much better."

Even if he still wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to be learning in half his classes.

"The learning here is definitely...different." Lana shook her head. "What was it like for you back home?"

"Long days of classes," Prompto sighed, "and I mean looooong, and everyone was so competitive, wanted to get the best spots in the class, that kind of thing. Really serious teachers, pretty much all business, with a few exception, while that seems kind of, you know," he spun his fingers in the air a little, "switched here. And we had a uniform," biggg groan, with an eyeroll, as he slouched down a little more, then grinned. "Had to wear a tie! Can you picture me," he mugged a little for her, pulling at the lapels of his vest and squaring his shoulders, "having to wear a tie every day?"

"I...have no idea," Lana confessed. "What's a tie?"

"A method of torture disguised as fashion," Prompto scoffed, then he sighed, rolling his eyes again. "Okay, so, they do look good, I will give them that, but save it for like the special events, y'know? A night on the town, when you want to be all fancy or whatever. Not for everyday at school."

Since he knew that still didn't really answer Lana's question very well, Prompto pulled out her phone and pulled up a picture to show her. "That's me and my buddy Noctis, it's kind of an old picture," only a year, really, but of course he still had it, "and those things around our necks are ties, his is the blue, mine's the green." He grinned a little. "I can already hear our homeroom teacher yelling at us because I assure you, we are not wearing them according to the dress code. They look way cooler like that, though."

"You should see some of my home's fashions," Lana said, amused. She nodded at the picture. "I've seen some of the men around here wearing those, too. I didn't know what they were called. Is that sort of uniform common where you're from, or is it a more regimented thing?"

"Well, now I'm curious about what's fashionable where you're from," Prompto said with a laugh. "And, yeah, it's pretty standard where I'm from. I was super stoked to find out there's no uniforms here, let me tell you."

"Unfortunately I don't have any holos, so you'll just have to imagine," Lana said. "Red, black, and silver are fashionable; grey, purple, and gold secondarily. Robes and armor, padding and large spikes, and some truly regrettable hats. Sith rarely wear uniforms, though. We pride ourselves on individuality."

Prompto's imagination was pretty solid...perhaps a little too vivid more often than not, really...so he didn't have trouble picturing outfits based on Lana's descriptions, though he did wonder if they could possibly be nearly as wild as he was picturing.

"How regrettable are we talking?" he had to wonder, giving her a suspicious side-eye before smirking and thumbing through his phone again. "On a scale of....Noctis in a chocobo hat," he turned the phone to show another picture, "oooor...." Scroll scroll scroll, "Noctis in this one?"

Ladies and gentlemen, the Crown Prince of Lucis.

...Prompto would let Lana determine which side of the scale was which. Shame they had yet to unlock the Cup Noodle hat, too.

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Lana looked at the pictures and thought about it. "Larger than the first, pointier than the second."

Anything Prompto's imagination could come up with was probably not nearly wild enough.

Yeah, no. Prompto's imagination wasn't going to go in that direction unless Lana had prefaced it with something like, 'Oh, we all like to dress up like daemons, it's a lot of fun, enjoy your nightmare fuel, buddy.'

And he hadn't even seen real daemons yet.

"Larger, pointier," he repeated, narrowing his eyes to picture it again, but just shook his head. "I think I'm just going to have to see these regrettable hats in person some day. You just wear them casually, or are they, like, for special events and stuff?"

"Depends on the person," Lana said. "They're very popular in wealthier circles." She smirked. "If you ever get to Dromund Kaas, I'll take you on a tour."

"It's a deal!"

Prompto was going to hate it!

"And I'll do the same for you if you ever get to Insomnia, so long as you promise not to be too disappointed in the lack of regrettable hats."

That's okay, Dromund Kaas would hate him, too.

"It's a deal," Lana said in return. "I'll try to restrain my disappointment."

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