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Third Floor Common Room; Tuesday Afternoon [07/23].

Prompto had gone back to his room to just sort of chill and relax with some video games after his classes, when he received a phone call from his dad, and so he braced himself for the long haul because his dad was always really chatty and always asked about how things were going, and if he was keeping a good eye on Nina, and told him about how things were going back home in Insomnia, and he was just really, really involved, you know? It was sort of a burden, if he was honest, bordering on irritating, but it was good, he supposed, to have parents that cared and were interested and wanted to just make sure things were going okay, right? Anyway, they said they were sending over some money for them if they needed it for anything, and that he wasn't allowed to just go and spent it all on junk food, and, yeah, yeah, yeah, he wouldn't, don't worry, and the conversation had gone on so long that Prompto got restless just pacing his room while talking and his stomach was a little rumbly, so he headed on over to the common room to check the fridge to see if there was any leftover while his dad rambled on and he gave little answers here and there.

Hmmmm. Plenty of Cup Noodle in the cupboards, but...nah, he wasn't feeling it, there were way better options, and he grabbed some leftovers to nuke real quick while trying to shake off his dad so he could actually eat it when it was ready.

"Yeah, hey, Dad, listen, I gotta go, alright? But I'll let you know when that package gets here, okay? And, yeah, yeah, of course I'll tell her you said hi, you know you can just call her, too, though, right? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah, I know. Okay. Uh-huh. Yeah...yup....ookaaaaaay, Dad, geez. Yeah. Love you, too. Okay. Bye."

It looks half as long just to get that guy to hang up a phone as it did to have an actual conversation! But Prompto couldn't really be mad about it, it was cool that they cared and all and he knew it was hard for them having both of them gone of to school on a whole different planet in a whole different universe, so he got it.

But, also, he had gotten really hungry in the course of all that and he couldn't well keep talking with a mouthful of food, now, could he?

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And, like, it really wasn't surprising, was it, when Nina wandered in a little bit later?

"Promptooooooo," she greeted, flopping dramatically on the couch. "I'm bored! And, like, it's supposed to rain later? So we're going to be trapped here!"

She wouldn't melt but, well, her hair took a lot of work to get as perfect as it was. SO.

No, it wasn't surprising in the least, and Prompto chuckled a little to himself, shaking his head, at the typical Nina-theatrics. "We're not going to be trapped," he told her, "unless you're suddenly allergic to rain, and there's these things, I don't know if you've heard of them, called umbrellas? Didn't I even get you one for your birthday?" It was pink and frilly with polka dots and it was adorable. "Or did you lose it?"

The microwave beeped and Prompto opened it up, poking at the pasta to see if it was heated enough and the answer was yes on the outside, no on the inside, but whatever, it was good enough, and he pulle dit out.

"Also, Dad called. He says hi, you should probably text Mom later." Digging into his food, he moved over enough to boot her foot with his own. "Did you have lunch yet?"

He wasn't fussing! But it was his job to look out for her, as her big brother and everything.

There were ribbons on the handle of her umbrella. It was the best.

"I could be allergic to rain," she protested, even as she shoved his foot back absently. "You never know! Allergies, like, can come on suddenly! And every seven years or so your body changes that sort of thing on you anyway!"

That... that was sort of how that worked. Vaguely. If you squinted a bit.

"But, rude, I haven't lost my umbrella! It's just, like, you can't hang out on the beach in the rain." Unless you were sad and lonely and/or romantic and broody. Nina was digging out her phone though. "No, I haven't eaten yet. I was hoping Vette would want to go hang with but she wasn't around, so..." She just hadn't gotten around to it. "Dad good? Everything back home okay?"

"Yeah," Prompto said, around a bite of pasta, smirking a little at the mention of Nina's roommate. He was glad she'd gotten paired up with someone who matched well with her, even if he was pretty sure the two of them together were even worse than Nina and Iris together back home. "Everything's fine, he was just checking in. Keeping tabs, making sure we're behaving, all that good stuff. So, you know, I had to pretty much lie and tell him that you were...

"Want some pasta? It's not bad. Probably better than pizza or hitting up Mooby's again."

All she really needed to do was get Iris here and there'd be the perfect trio of menace.

It'd be great! Or bring Vette home, but Nina hadn't figured out how to do that without the whole non-human thing being an issue. Yet. She'd get it eventually.

"I eat other things," Nina protested half-heartedly, since she did possibly eat too much of both those things and stayed thin as a rail. "Did you make the pasta?"

Ugh! Can you imagine? Nina and Vette and some third other person in some unholy trinity of mischeif? How would the world even survive such a nightmarish squad??

Promtpo, for sure, would be a goner.

"I...didn't," Prompto said, slowly, realizing that he didn't actually know who made it, but, come on, common room food was considered common once it hit the fridge, right? Even before then! "Which means it should be perfectly safe. It's good, though. Not Ignis good, or anything, but I mean, come on, what is?"

He really would be. It'd be tragic.

"Truuuue," she conceded, "and, like, since you're already indulging in a life of crime, I suppose I could join you, if there's enough for me too..."

Not that she was making a move to get up and go check though. She just grinned at him.

And, sure, it was a joke, but if her brother ever did turn to a life of crime and seemed to have good reasons for it... yeah, Nina would jump off that bridge too. No pressure, Prompto!

She'd followed him to a whole different planet in a whole different universe. Jumping off a bridge would be nothing.

And, it should be noted, Prompto was already popping another bowl of the pasta into the microwave for her, and then later would complain about how he couldn't believe what a spoiled brat she was.

Our worst monsters were ones of our own creation...

He just shook his head at her as the microwave whirred behind him.

"Did you have any other plans for the day," he asked, "if the rain spoils any beachly intentions?"

She was, at least, an adorable monster who loved him fiercely and had since before she'd been able to sit up? That had to make up for some of it!

"No," she said, a bit--but only a little bit--sulkily, as she rested her chin against the arm of the couch and watched him. "If it rains, I don't want to go shopping either, and I'm caught up on my reading from home!"

It was tragic.

"Which means, unless you've got plans," especially plans with his girlfriend, which Nina wanted no part of, thank you, "then you're stuck with me."

Or unless he really wanted her to go away but, honestly, the number of times he'd wanted that growing up were... fewer and further between than most siblings, really, given everything.

... Nina was super spoiled, when it came to having her brother's attention.

"If it rains?" Prompto shrugged, but he was eyeing Nina thoughtfully, a judging, weighing sort of expression that she was probably pretty used to by now. "Probably just video games, but, you know, only the most violent shooty bloody ones I have."

Since those were always her favorites, riiiiiight?

And then the microwave dinged, and Prompto stirred the pasta a little to distribute the heat a little better for her before bringing the bowl over, presenting it to her with a dramatic bow and a floursih of his other hand. "And the lady's luncheon is served!" he declared. "Doth she perhaps require a freshly grated cheese to garnish her feast? Perhaps some freshly ground pepper?"

Uuuugh, those were the worst.

She made a face at him, but then had to laugh as he brought her pasta over.

"It would serve you right if I said both," she said, since it would, but... "But nah, thanks for this, this is fine! Don't let yours get cold!"

Well, that was a relief, because, as far as Prompto knew, they didn't have either of those things, but what they did have was hair-messing head-rubs, and so it was also a good thing that Nina was content with what she had there because she was going to get one of those instead if she'd said yes.

So he just grinned and shrugged, and nudged her a little on the couch to make enough room for him to plop down next to her and put his feet up on the coffee table to dig into his own food. "It's half cold anyway," he said. "It's fine. I read somewhere that cold pasta has, like, fewer calories or something, anyway."

He wasn't sure if he really believed that, but, hey, that'd be the dream, wouldn't it?

Nina obligingly wiggled over enough for him to be comfortable, tucking her feet under herself as she did so to dig into her own pasta.

"Huh," she said thoughtfully. "So, like, pasta salad would be the best way to eat pasta? But most pasta salads are terrible."

"Yeah, because of all the other junk that's in there," Prompto noted with a sage-like nod. "Like mayo and cheese and dressing....there's really not a whole lot of salad about it."

And he knew his salads, considering there was pretty much a whole year when that was practically all he ate.

"Although," he said, "now I want pasta salad. Quick! Tell me about some of the gross stuff you have to make in your cooking class!"

He wish he'd wound up in that class sometimes, if only because it seemed like a good deterrant to never want to eat ever again. Instead, he just kept getting Dr. Lecter's classes, which were great, but, ohmygod, all the fooooood, he swore Iggy only pulled for him to be in that class so that he could live vicariously through Prompto.

"Especially the mayo," Nina complained. "Most people put in way too much, it's just nasty."

But, he'd been right, what they had now was... pretty good pasta.

She giggled.

"Iggy thinks I'm making these recipes up," she said, because of course she was sharing the horrors with him. "But, like, last week, we totally took bananas, doused them in lemon juice, slathered them in mustard and then wrapped ham around them, and then baked them with hollandaise sauce from a packet."

"Ugh!"

Yup, that definitely was almost enough to put Prompto right off the food in front of him.

Almost.

"You shared this with Iggy?" he asked, sounding a little incredulously skeptical. "And he survived???"

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"I mean, like, I told him about it," she said, a little defensively. "He hasn't, like, answered me about it?"

So it was entirely possible that he hadn't survived.

Or that he was trying to pretend it didn't exist. Or he was too busy to cope with that sort of garbage...

Or possibly trying to reconcile its existence by thinking of a new recipeh to make it somewhat better?

But Prompto snickered a little. "Oh, man," he said, "I'd have loved to have seen his face when he saw that. There'd be a picture worth a thousand words right there. A delicate balance between terror and disgust...with just a slight glimmer of intrigue!"

And he was chuckling, sure, but there was also that familiar little pang over just how much he missed those guys.

Good luck, Ignis, since there was no way to make bananas wrapped in ham better!

"I'm pretty sure he regrets every second of my time in that class," Nina mused, poking Prompto in the side, where she knew he was ticklish. "He wasn't too impressed about banana candles either."

But then, most of the class had been spent giggling over those for good reasons.

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