fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon [03/02].

With his usual morning workout routine out of the way, Prompto headed back to the dorms to get Girl fed and comfortable back in his room, then headed on down to the common room to take care of feeding himself. He'd been looking forward to a delicious and convenient Cup Noodle^TM practically the whole time he was out, so there was a little bounce in his step as he headed on over to one of the cabinets that was always stuffed with them and grabbed the first one, singing a little under his breath as he ripped open the top.

And out popped something small and furry, shaking itself on the counter for a moment before hopping off the side of it onto the floor, and then moseyed its way out the door.

"Uh...." said Prompto.

Cautiously, he grabbed the next one in the cupboard. Opened it. Out popped another little furry dude who pretty much followed the other little furry dude out the door. The same thing happened with a third, a fourth.

Alright. Maybe no satisfying and easy Cup Noodle^TM today. Maybe he'd have some cereal instead. But when he opened that box, there were three of the little furry dudes in there, and Prompto just shook his head.

"Okay," he decided, "maybe today's just a day for ordering pizza..."

Luckily, someone had remembered to spay and neuter their tribbles, otherwise they all might have been in a bit of...trouble.

[[work is dumb. Have some tribbles living in boxed food items, idk. open!]]

[[and now in the right month/year, too!]]

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"...that's probably, like, the hardest question of them all," Prompto informed her, shaking his head. "I have no idea. Little furry dudes. That's all I got. I haven't even seen anything like this at the shelter, and we get some weird stuff coming through there."

"Do they... not have faces?" Sabine asked, bending to look at one, not wanting to pick it up and hurt it.

"I don't...think so," said Prompto. "I haven't really checked, but they seem to just be...balls of fur. That make noises. And seem to be trapped inside a bunch of boxes. I think they're mostly just happy to be free?"

So now he had to go and start opening all the boxes and letting them out!

"That's definitely a choice you're making there," Sabine said, warily.

And Prompto was very quiet for a moment.

"How do I know," he said, finally, leaning toward Sabine and whispering a little as if afraid the furry little dudes might hear him, "if it's even the right choice??

"You're the big sibling in this situation right here," he added, the whisper almost faintly accusatory. "That makes you officially more qualified to handle it than me, sooooooo...."

"Oh, I am not taking the blame for anything that happens here," Sabine told him, holding her hands up. "I'm an observer. This isn't even my common room."

"Not your common room," Prompto agreed, "but it's definitely your little sibling. That gives you at least some responsibility by default. I can just lean hard into not knowing any better from my lack of guidance, and that's on you."

But he was clearly being guided by some second thoughts right then as he looked almost forlornly into the box of Pop-Tarts. And then set them pointedly back on the shelf.

"But maybe they like it in there," he reasoned. "They wouldn't have bothered getting in if they didn't want to be there, right?"

He still felt kind of bad, though.

"Maybe? It does feel a little unsanitary to have something with that much hair in the food..." Sabine mused, and added, "Not that I am encouraging anything."

Prompto was just going to give you a serious side-eye on that hasty little amendment there, Sabine, one step away from just outright rolling them.

"You," he declared, "are absolutely no help right now, you know that?"

"Hey, you're the one trying to pin responsibility on an innocent bystander while freeing box creatures," she pointed out.

"Not full responsibility!" Prompto insisted, holding up his hands in defense of his...somewhat innocence. "We're in it together! Like a team! You're really going to let me just potentially sink with this whole thing, all by myself, just like that?"

"You know, I think I am?" she said, starting to back out of the room.

It was a big sister thing!

"...aw, c'mon!" Prompto almost melted with his disappointment, buoyed only by his utter shock and complete betrayal at this sinister turn of events. "Sabine! C'mon!"

This...clearly called for desperate, last-measure puppy-dog eyes. With maybe an attempted wibble thrown in for good measure as he looked after her retreating form. He reached out for a moment, before his hands fell to his clearly poor, broken heart.

"Don't hurt me like this, Sabine."

"You could actually ask for help," Sabine pointed out.

Did...didn't he, though? Prompto took a moment, eyes shifting as he went and tried to play the conversation back over in his head again.

Okay, so he hadn't said the exact words, no, but he sort of figured it was implied that Sabine could recognize a man in desperate need.

So he sighed a little, hung his head and hunched his shoulders with what he figured was the appropriate amount of humility and shame, looking at her through a bit of unruly bit of unruly hair as he said, "Sabine? Would you please, if you could find it somewhere in the your kind and gracious heart, help me figure out what I'm supposed to do about all these little furry dudes getting all up in our food?

"...there is going to be pizza later," he reminded her. He felt that was an important detail that may have been forgotten.

There was desperation, and there was assigning responsibility, and Sabine knew how to clear out of a situation.

"Find a big box, see if they'll all jump into it?" she suggested. "Or just try the empty pizza box."

And just standing by and letting some hapless idiot unwittingly unleash furry dudes on the entire dorms did not exempt you, either!

Especially when that hapless idiot hadn't even thought of a big box.

"A big box," he repeated, thinking about it, his head slowly starting to bob as he came around to seeing how well that would work, and he grinned a little. So simple! Yet so effective! "Yeah, that should work. Clearly, they like boxes and containers and stuff, that shouldn't be too hard. But then what...? Maybe...take 'em to the shelter? I mean, I have a key, we can get them all set up and everything in there, and maybe when the vet or Summer come in tomorrow, they'll know what they are and what to do with them."

Agree to disagree!

"The shelter's probably the best place. At least you should have space for them, right?"

"Plenty of space," Prompto agreed, "and lots of containers and boxes there that do not contain our food. So I guess now we just wait for the pizza to show up, kill a few slices, get these little dudes all comfy and cozy in there, and get them to their new home."

He flashed her his most crooked grin. "See? Now that wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

Plus, it may have actually saved her from Prompto going to go see if a certain sneaky blue friend of his might be willing to help him try to sneak of a few dozen or so of those little guy into Sabine's room tonight...

...it was a little brother thing!

Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon [03/02].

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