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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Vette had come home late last night from the bar, wired on weird Japanese sodas and feeling altogether disgruntled that, even at a party for people from her galaxy, she and Hera were still the only non-humans at the bar. She'd made her way into her room, muffled a frustrated scream into a pillow, and had let the siren call of the sugar crash sweep her away, laying there face-first on her bed, fully clothed and everything.

And so, when she'd woken up this morning, she at least had fewer problems than she otherwise could have had. Getting out of bed had been an adventure that had mostly consisted of climbing down the bedsheets. Getting out of the room had involved enlisting one of the squirrels as a guide through the walls with promises of a whole bottle of rum just for him whenever she was capable of lifting her wallet again. And, once she got into the common room...

She stood on the floor, staring up... and up... and up at the fridge, the tiniest Twi'lek to have ever graced the dorms with her presence, small and insignificant in the face of the impenetrable ziggurat looming before her.

"I HATE THIS PLACE!"

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"Yuuuuup," Prompto answered with his last big gust of a breath to go along with a sigh. "Me, too."

And he didn't really have a whole lot of energy left in him to keep yelling across the room, but, at the same time, he didn't have a whole lot of energy left to go across the room, either, and leaning against the doorframe was surprisingly comfortable right now, and when did these common rooms get so big, anyway, huh?

...right. This morning.

With a groan, Prompto did push himself off the doorframe, though, and, still rummaging deep inside his soul to muster up just a liiiiittle more energy, pushed himself to jog the distance between where he was and where Vette was, and he didn't feel the least bit bad about the fact that he'd mostly just done it so he could then fall over on his back on the floor, arms spread, legs akimbo, breathing a sigh of relief and grinning stupidly up at her as he said, "Bright side is, I think I'm good for a workout for the next, oh, year or so."

Okay, that did wonders for Vette's mood, right there. She grinned down at him, and then nudged at his ribs with one foot.

"Careful you don't get stepped on down there, huh?"

And now that foot that was nudging him was resting lightly on his abs. Because she could.

"Splat!"

She was terrible.

"Pfftthh," said Prompto, leaving his tongue out slightly after blowing the raspberry to denote his fully-squished state, since his body really couldn't get anymore loose. And then he giggled a little, and that giggle was followed by a very miserable little moan as a hand went to cover his side. "Oh, gods, it huuurrts."

He may be little, but the stitch in his side from that jog across the room was not, and it didn't help that he couldn't really stop chuckling, either.

"You," Vette mused, "really need to learn some cool-down and warm-up exercises or something."

She grinned down at him shamelessly.

"Come on, sit up. That might help stretch some of that pain out of there."

Prompto sat up as she ~~ordered~~ suggested, complaining as he did. "I wasn't expecting it to be so hard to get down here!" he said, hunching his shoulders for a moment before actually sinking down into a little bit of a stretch, then lacing his fingers together and reaching up over his head. A few twists to really sort of work it out, then he dropped his arms with a sigh and rubbing his side. "But I was almost practically here by the time I realized that, so I figured," he shrugged, "eh, might as well. And now I'm just trying not to think about having to get back."

Vette pictured that for all of... two seconds. And then shook her head.

"Nope, you live here now, second floor is your home," she informed him. "I mean, with a place this big, you could probably fit everyone in the dorms into the one common room and just set up cardboard box condos and we'd all live comfortably until this stupidity wears off. I feel sorry for people up on fourth and... do they even keep people on fifth?" She shook her head a little. She didn't think so, at least. "Though you might have some luck bribing squirrels for tips on getting around. Apparently they accept I.O.U.s and they have all sorts of tricks for their weird voyeurism habit."

"Your boyfriend's up on the fourth floor," Prompto pointed out, thinking for a quick second that so was his not-yet-girlfriend, and so now he felt just as bad for saying it. "You're probably never going to see him again. It's all only Second Floor World for us now, Princess."

Although, really, since Nina and Vette were on this floor, Prompto could live with this particular twist of fate.

"But, hey!" He, decidedly not getting up for a while, grinned back up at her. "If this last too much longer, at least we probably won't have to go to classes?"

Even if...he actually liked all his classes. Details, details.

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"I don't know," Vette mused. "I mean, you've met Sidon. Even if he's ten centimeters tall with the rest of us, I don't think there's any force of nature that'll keep him from coming to find me."

And, you know, the idea that they could possibly even be around the same height was weirdly delightful all on its own. Cuddling and kissing without sore necks and backs!

Ahem.

"I'm okay with missing a few classes, though. Even if that Civics one is kind of fascinating."

In a 'far too real' sort of way.

Prompto had to make a little bit of a face at that. It wasn't that it was so sacchinine and romantic or anything, either; it was that it was both those things while also probably being completely true.

"Maybe we should go check the bathrooms," he said. "I'll bet he's making his way down through the plumbing right now as we speak."

And, since he decided he was done talking about Mr. Perfect Boyfriend who made other potential boyfriends look like pretty much garbage (even if he had been the one to bring him up), he shifted his focuses on the classes part.

"What's so fascinating about Civics? Sounds kind of....boring."

Normal. It sounded normal.

Vette shrugged a little.

"I mean, I've read the syllabus," she explained. It had taken her a while, but she had. "It's starting with things like the history of civil disobedience, but it digs right in there, about how and when to break the law, and how to avoid trouble when you do."

She paused a few moments before adding, a little wryly, "It's relevant to my interests, I guess. I'm a little rebel at heart."

"What, you?" asked Prompto, feigning shock. So much shock. Hand to his poor, fluttering, scandalized heart shock. "Noooooo."

But his crooked grin caught up to him anyway and he shook his head a little. "You can keep it, then. More power to ya. I think I'll stick with my making shirts and real-life video games."

...man, he loved this school.

Even if it did make him tiny.

"... I want video games," Vette sighed. "The dance class is okay, though. And I can't complain about our field trip class, so long as we keep going places where nobody gets weird about lekku."

"Field trip class is great," Prompto enthused, obviously having no trouble finding his energy again despite his claims to be so exhausted and certain he was going to die about five minutes ago. "I am getting so many pictures, it's ridiculous."

It also didn't hurt that Yang was in that class, too.

"And video games is awesome," he allowed, "but I kind of wish I did a different character. All he wants to do is just stand around and brood and be," his fingers danced in the air, "mysterious. I'm starting to wonder if I should try to get him killed off and start a new one instead."

Vette pondered that.

"I mean, broody guys can be fun," she mused, "if you can find a foil that'll drag them out, give them a good character arc, maybe a romance..."

She paused, and then a little sheepishly added, "Romance novels have easy enough language, that's how I'm teaching myself this stupid alphabet."

Prompto snorted a little faintly; it might have been a bit more if it weren't for that look on her face. "Yeah, I definitely think I lucked out there," Prompto said. "The writing here looks weird at first, but if you look at it closely, it's actually the same as back home. But different enough to mess with your head a little...."

Aaaand that gave him enough time to decide that he couldn't leave certain tidbits hanging there without a little teasing after all, grinning back up at her with a faint snicker. "But romance novels, huh? You borrowing those from Nina? Trying to get some ideas while you're at it?"

"I'm getting them from the library," Vette protested, reaching out to smack his shoulder. "... And borrowing some from Nina. But I'm just fine for ideas, thanks!"

She would be lying if she hadn't, like, at least considered anatomy things, considering who she was dating, but, uh. She wasn't ready for that, anyway. And she'd promised her mother she'd be married before she did. So.

"Hey!" Prompto protested back, leaning away after she'd smacked him, rubbing the spot with a fleeting, injured little pout, before laughing and holding up his hands as if in surrender. "Alright, alright, sure you are. And if you're just so full of ideas, Miss Expert, you tell me. What sort of romance would you would suggest for a dark, mysterious and brooding ice mage, cast aside by his order in betrayal who trust no one?"

Not that he planned on using any of it, because it was one thing to pursue a romance in a normal game, but something else entirely when that game meant the other characters were actual other people you knew, but...it did kind of sound like it could make a pretty good character for one of those stories, didn't it?

"If you're a broody ice mage, obviously you need a passionate fire... whatever... to balance you out," Vette replied, as thought it should be obvious, really. "Or, if romance isn't your thing, a naive, vulnerable, innocent companion who needs the guidance of somebody bigger and stronger so that they don't also fall into the same trap of betrayal that you did."

Seriously, she was so sad she didn't take this class, now. She could just keep coming up with this stuff.

"Yeah," said Prompto with the dopey kind of grin that might have suggested he wasn't exactly thinking about RLVG class at that moment, "fire is pretty good."

But he seemed to shift back into focus with the second part, though. "And I really like that, too, kind of, like...breaking past your own cynicism, reluctantly, probably, to help someone else, kind of...protect them a little bit."

Yeah, he would latch on to a protection angle pretty quickly, wouldn't he?

"That I might be able to use."

"Excellent," Vette replied, clearly pleased. "Happy to help."

She was. See? See how helpful she could be, even at four inches tall?

"So, it's like a... video game adventure thing?"

Honestly, talking with Vette was always just so natural that, unless Prompto took a moment to remember why he was so fully exhuasted for so early in the morning and took a good look around, he sort of forgot about the whole four-inches-tall thing.

He was, if anything, adaptable.

"Kind of!" he grinned. "It's in the Danger Shop, and, like, we all had to pick and create our own characters, but the idea was to make something different from yourself, because I guess the point of the class is that we're supposed to be able to look at a problem in ways we're not used to looking at it, sort of challenge ourselves to think differently. But it's....basically just like a real-life video game, and we work together to solve the problems, like, so far, we've had to bust out of jail and figure out a deal with a bunch of kobolds..."

"I don't even know what a Kobold is," Vette noted, "and I'm already sad I didn't take that class."

Seriously.

"Busting out of jail would be super easy today, though."

"Not if it was also a tiny jail," said Prompto, who was mostly just amused by the thought of a tiny jail, because anything tinier than normal was kind of by default cuter, except, he supposed, when it was you yourself being the tiny thing.

But his faintly amused look turned a bit speculative as he glanced at Vette, tilting his head.

"You knooooooow," he said, a bit cautiously, although, really, he was kind of surprised he hadn't told Vette about it yet, "it's not the same as a class or anything, buuuuut....there's this abandoned store in town, you know, that has these Danger Shop rooms, you can go in there and program whatever you like. We could totally set something up in there and not even worry about being graded for it or anything."

Mae, you were so going to regret telling this boy anything about that place.

He bit his lip a little as if actually trying to hold back his grin. "Yang and I actually went in there on Thursday." On a daaaaaaate. "It was awesome."

Vette's eyes went a little bit wide at that.

"Wait, program whatever you like? Really?"

This was a thing she needed to see in order to believe.

"Yeah," Prompto grinned proudly, as if he'd discovered it himself. "Mae told me about it; it was super easy to sneak into the place, too. Could probably do it again, when we're back to normal size."

He paused, for dramatic effect.

"If we're ever back to normal size."

They could actually probably do it at this size, too, sure, but it would be, like, a month long quest in and of itself, probably.

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