Second floor common room- Saturday afternoon

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Sabine had not meant to spent a good chunk of her afternoon watching a reality competition show about glass blowing, but here she was. It was a kind of art that she didn't really have experience with, and it was so cool, and she was so entranced by it she almost didn't notice that the pizza she ordered two and a half hours ago had finally shown up.

At least not until they called and she had to pause to go down and get it, and found that it was delivered by a cowboy. It was also then that she realized that she should probably tip really well if some poor driver had to deal with Fandom weirdness just to bring her food.

Of course, it was Fandom, so it was possible that he really was a cowboy.

Anyway, there was food and people shaping glass in the common room, if anyone was into that sort of thing.


[This is method RP, minus the cowboy. Open!]

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Cowboys? Did someone say...cowboys?

Because Prompto sure was thinking he should wrangle himself some food that wasn't just the Cup Noodle^TM he found upstairs in his common room, brining him downstairs to see if his luck might by any better.

"Howdy, there, li'l lady," he greeted Sabine with a tilt of his hat, a smirk on his face, as he strolled in looking like he and that delivery guy probably shopped at the same store, hat and chaps and boots with spurs and everything. "Something in here sure smells real tasty!"

This one, clearly, was all Yang's fault.

[[ ohgod, WHY did I not even THINK of this one before just now? I AM ASHAMED OF MYSELF.]]

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"Is it cowboy day and no one told me?" Sabine had to wonder.

Maybe it was her! You never knew!

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"I'm pretty sure it's cowboy day every day fer me," Prompto informed her, with another small tilt of his hat for good measure, "but I suppose yer miles may vary! How've you been, Sabine? You wouldn't mind terribly now if I just went ahead and giddy'd on up to some of this here pizza, now, would ya?"

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"You... giddy on up to whatever you want," Sabine told him, gesturing to the pizza. "How's your day going?"

She was seriously invested in the answer today.

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"Much obliged," Prompto drawled, nodding his thanks as he moseyed on over to have a closer peek at what the offerings were today. "And it's going a bit more lazy than I'd like, if I'm bein' honest with you, Sabine. Got a real late start to it, but I suppose that's what I get fer staying at the canteen too late last night. Managed to get a good round of shootin' in down at the range, though, so after I get some food in this here belly, I reckon it'll be about time to get to hustlin' around some of those chocobos down at the ranch."

Because of course he'd be a chocobo cowboy.

One who would be very confused to discover that a chocobo ranch did not, in fact, even exists on the island that the moment.

"You been up to anything interesting? Some of that real pretty art of yers?"

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"I did some very interesting work as a bird this last week," Sabine said casually, reaching for another slice.

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"As a bird?" asked Prompto, who clearly thought the image in his head of Sabine as a bird with a paintbrush in her beak was just the darnedest thing, and he had to laugh before taking a bit of the slice he'd picked out of himself. "Now that's what I'd call high art!"

Hyuk hyuk hyuk.

"When'd you get on back from bein' a bird? Always interestin', when that sort of thing happens, I gotta say. Herdin' chocobos is much more fun as a pupper, I've learned, but I still think I prefer havin' opposable thumbs and all that."

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"I got back to myself on Monday," she told him. "Kanan and Hera let me stay on their ship so I didn't have to fly around the dorms begging people to open things for me."

And then she tilted her head at him. "You're a dog when that happens?"

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"I sure am!" said Prompto, brightly, as if he actually had some say in it and he laughed. "I reckon it's one of the best things ever, too! Getting out there and just runnin' around without hardly any single care in the world except maybe where your next meal or bellyrub's comin' from... that right there's a little slice of heaven, I'd say! Assumin', of course, someone'll get the door for ya, like ya said. Though I suppose you'll have windows you can use, too, if yer a bird. Did you have to sort of learn how to fly an' use your wings when that happened, or did it just sort of come natural?"

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"Came pretty natural. It was interesting trying to figure out how to do it better," Sabine admitted. "Still wish I was something tougher, though."

Stupid literal island.

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"Tougher like what?" Prompto asked, tilting his head a little in interest while pondering it over another bite of pizza. "If'n you could pick anything you'd like to turn into, what'ya think it'd be? I'm mighty happy that mine's a pupper, you can't get much better'n that, I'd say, except maybe if I were to be a chocobo. Then that right there'd probably be best."

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"An anooba," she said immediately. "You probably don't know what that is. But I'm not really sure what a chocobo is, either."

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"You sure are right about that, Sabine," said Prompto, nodding. Tipping the hat. "Can't say I've ever heard of an anooba before. But I'm thinkin' you must be pulling my leg to tell me you're not sure about chocobos. How could you miss 'em, with that big ranch we got on the other side of the island?"

He was going to be so confused, Sabine. So disappointed.

"Big old birds, about yay," he held up a hand just slightly taller than himself, "tall, only about the most beautiful creatures you ever did see!"

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Sabine paused. "I don't get out much," she went with.

"Anyway, they sound better than wrens. Something that big sounds like it could do some damage."

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"There ain't no doubt about that!" Prompto agreed with a chuckle; he'd finished off his slice of pizza already, too, and was diving in for another. "Yer going to be feeling it all the way until next Sunday if you find yerself in the way of one of them beaks, or heck! Boy howdy! Their legs'll give you a kick that'll have you seein' stars! An' I don't mean in a ridin' one of them there spaceship kind of ways, neither!"

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"See, why can't I be something like that?" she asked, even though she still didn't actually know what one looked like, or have any experience with them.