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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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"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.

Unless one of them bribed a squirrel for a piggyback ride!

"... We better not be stuck this way," Vette said with a frown. "It's really hard to grab treasure at this size, you know."

"Unless it's the tiniest," yeah, he was going to probably do that with everything, holding up his hands with his fingers making the approximation of the adorable tiny loot he was imagining, "little treasure!"

And he chuckled a little, sobering slightly at the end with a shrug. "And, I mean, it's got to pass, right? Just like when people turn into animals or that one time everyone turned into kids. Unless it's not just...y'know..." His hand waved vaguely, "island stuff and there's actually a reason we all woke up like this, in which case we should probably find out what it is and probably, I don't know, fix it."

"I'd be game for fixing it," Vette admitted. "I guess we wait until Monday and see what happens? That's how long the kid thing lasted, right? And if we're still ourselves in miniature by then I'm going to find the biggest little book of matches and burn this island down, don't think I won't."

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