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Prompto Argentum

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March 24, Y109


It was like...really freaking nice to be back in the MH. It was his first home in Pandora, so it just felt...better than anywhere else. Prompto and the rest of the squad (lmao rip) had literally bounced around most of Pandora (minus space) before just kinda...stopping in Pandopolis. It was like...okay. He didn't love it, but it was better than the place with no cell reception. So he'd take it.

But it was like...never home, yanno?

Misty Hollow had been where he had gotten his first Pandora job at the Cat's Meow. He ended up with an empty house, that he filled up mostly by himself, until Noct and the others showed up. He built a life for himself, without anyone else's help (at first), and he was pretty freaking proud of that.

Then the world like ended, and they were yote into a brand new world or whatever.

And honestly? It had taken Prompto...a long ass time after that to feel okay again. Shit with Noct got weird after the world ended. Started cool then just...got worse until it was over. His job kinda pooped the bed, until he quit. Life reset and he came back with scars but fresh. But since winter, things had been tilting in his favor. Tuesday was amazing, he had like...made up with Noct. It was such a subtle thing, but it made a world of difference to him. He actually was really digging being a mailman.

Then they moved to Misty Hollow, and he finally felt…
At home.

Of course MH was different than it used to be. But it like...had the same vibe. It was nice. Comforting. And honestly? Put him in a better overall mood on the daily then he had in a good while.

Then history repeat itself on a level that blew his freaking mind.

A cabillion years ago, baby Prompto found a baby doggie. That doggy happened to be Lunafreya's magical doggy. That doggy got him a letter from the Oracle herself, which led him to being Noct's best friend.

Enter: teleporting giant doggo.

He was on his morning run (yes he still did those, even with mail-routes), when he spotted the giant puppy kinda off in some trees. Against the screaming of Iggy's voice in the back of his head, he went towards the giant possibly wild animal, and offered a hand to sniff sniff.

Turned out the puppy was hurt.
Insert sad face here.

So Prompto pspspspsped the puppy somewhere safe and did what he could to help the beautiful giant doggy. Of course he didn't exactly trust Prompto. Which he got. But he was trying. Very slowly. Bribery with toys, food, hugs.

Not wanting to hog someone's cool ass dog, he sorta blasted the thing on social media. Videos of the pupper teleporting around. Him rolled over being cute. Eating.

And maybe he named the dog a bit.
Just a bit.

His name was Skittles. Slightly better than the name Tiny he had given Luna's pup forever ago. For whatever reason, Skittes' fur just made him think of the candy he had seen around Pandora.

Prompto was home alone. Not hard since the home was split with one other whole human. Gladio had disappeared again (again again again), Luna was a newer loss. Aranea was...somewhere. She popped in every once in awhile to physically carry Prompto for a few hours, before plopping him back home. But she was busy.

So it was just him.
Him and Skittles.

...And Tater Tot. But the Tot was a ghost when Noct wasn't home to cradle the cranky baby.

So basically just Prompto and the doggo.

He was on the couch relaxing. Skittles passed out on the makeshift bed of pillows and blankets Prompto had built for him, in the corner. Homeboy liked his space, which he respected.

A video game up on the screen, as he enjoyed his day off. It was just another RPG. One that he was slightly ahead of Noct on, so he had to time it so he didn't spoil the Prince of Playing Slowly.
 

Keith Kogane

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No matter how soft and cuddly that oversized dog might have looked, he was one you quickly learned not to touch without him coming to you first. Wary of strangers and quick to show his teeth when someone entered his personal bubble, the beast had made his way across Pandora.

Always searching.

Searching until a bad run-in left him injured and hurting and somehow in the home of the overly excitable blonde man and his far more mellow roommate. The bribery worked. To a point, at least. He turned up his nose to dog food, but raw meat was welcomed and consumed greedily. Fetch got him moving, though it often turned into a game of keepaway, with the animal teleporting away with the stick or ball or whatever random toy. And hugs did not happen. Not if overly excitable blonde man wanted to keep his fingers.

The wolf was not 'eager to please' like many domesticated dogs. He was a wild animal, intelligent but aggressive at heart.

And it was that one afternoon, with the wolf lounging about on his soft bedding, that he finally moved on. One moment he had been lounging there on the bedding, quiet gaze watching overly excitable blonde man as he played his game. And the next he was rising to his feet, loping towards the door.

With one look back towards overly excitable blonde man -- something almost like acknowledgment in his gaze -- he vanished into the ether. Unlike all the other times he had done that in this house, he did not reappear. Not inside or on the property on even on the very same street.

He was just gone.

Not even two hours later, Keith found himself on Prompto's doorstep, checking the address one more time before knocking firmly on the door.

There was no hesitation, nor introductions and niceties once the door swung open. Just Keith pulling up his cell phone and showing the picture on the screen to the freckled blonde guy. "You're the one who posted this, right?"

And right there in the photo was the strange giant dog dubbed 'Skittles'.​
 
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