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[photoshooter]

[Why is his color like this?]

does anyone have any ice skates? or know how to make them???

there's a pond or smth frozen over in flavo and i bet it's thick enough to skate on!! ┗(^o^　)┓三三三 (i mean obviously skate at your own risk guys, we don't have any ice lifeguards.)

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#005682

[hypertoxic]

Prompto!!!!!!!!

[photoshooter]

vriska!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ya what's up? （‐＾▽＾‐）

[hypertoxic]

Holy shit, it is such a relief to see you use your stupid kaomoji again!!!!!!!!
Are you home?

surprise 2/2

[hypertoxic]

[ omg, he counted out 16 exclamation points. ]

W8, did you do that on purpose????

[photoshooter]

do what on purpose?? ya i'm home. the laptops don't work anywhere else!

[hypertoxic]

Nothing, forget it!!!!
I'm coming over!

[photoshooter]

ok! should i put out snacks??? i'll put out snacks.

[hypertoxic]

Omg. You dork. <3
Sure, whatever!

[ that's the last thing she'll type before she takes off. thankfully, when you can fly, getting pretty much anywhere is a quick and easy trip! so it'll probably be a little sooner than he expects that he'll hear a knock at the door. ]

[photoshooter]

Coming!

[There's the sound of running in the house and then Prompto opens the door, beaming.]

Man, you're fast, Vriska! I didn't even have time to heat up the hot chocolate! Oh. Do you even like chocolate?

[hypertoxic]

[ Man. The look she gives him, standing in his doorway, is very complicated. Kind of relieved, kind of mad. There's a lot going on beneath the surface, apparent only in small things on her face, like the crooked corner of her mouth or the way her brow furrows tight and low. With a huff she'll lift off the ground to wrap her arms around her neck in a loose hug. ]

You are such a dork.

[ But she'll let go and now there's a more normal grin on her face, at least. ]

Who knows? Why don't we find out together. You're not going to leave a cute girl outside in the cold, are you?

[photoshooter]

[Aw, Vriska. After the initial instant of surprise, Prompto hugs her back, tighter and more sure than hers. He's more grateful than he really wants to say; saying would show the cracks in what's at least partly a facade of brightness, after all.

(Everyone's missed his cheerfulness. The least he can do is turn it up to eleven, after all the worry he's put them through.)

When she lets go, he stands back with a grin.]

Never.

[He pulls the door open wider and gestures floridly inside.]

My house is your house! ...Though it's not really my house. We're probably way past the safety limit for occupancy here. But come on in!

[hypertoxic]

[ Well thank god someone here can commit to the hug. It's kind of a relief that he does, since Vriska herself is really still learning, slowly, how to express sincere sentiment without trying to blunt it with a quip or insult or what have you.

Really, were Prompto anyone else, she would not have been as unnerved. But he smiles at her and something that's been just a little knotted up in her chest for a while tugs free. ]

Yeah, there's a bunch of people here, right? Ignis told me.

[ She'll take his invitation to come inside, unwinding the scarf she was all bundled up in. ]

[photoshooter]

Yup. You talked to Ignis?

[He waves with both hands at some hooks she can hang her scarf on, if she'd like, and leads the way kitchenwards.]

What about? ...Did he try to feed you.

[hypertoxic]

[ A laugh. ]

Yeah, actually. People keep making food for me? Human food is weird, but the thought is pretty sweet, I guess. But I didn't come here to talk about shit like that!

[ She glances at him, her eyes searching his face. ]

I came here to ask how you are!

[photoshooter]

I'm--fine!

[He glosses over the brief hesitation as quickly as possible and hurries to get the cocoa going.]

Totally back to normal. It was kind of a weird week in retrospect, but no harm done, right?

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska is quiet for a moment, staring at him,

opens her mouth to speak,

shuts it,

SIGHS EXPLOSIVELY, and rubs the back of her neck with a hand. ]

I am still kind of feeling my way around being an actually supportive friend instead of a huge bitch all the time. Is the right thing to do here taking you at your painfully, obviously fake word, or pressing you for the truth?

[photoshooter]

[Caught, Prompto trades her back a wide-eyed look, then laughs.]

Taking me at my word, obviously! My super-convincing, mega-genuine word.

[His grin is slightly rueful, but more sincere this time.]

I'm not made out of glass or anything, I'm really okay. Just doing my best to keep spirits up around here. If I don't, who will, right? ...But thanks for worrying about me.

[hypertoxic]

Oh yeah, mega-genuine.

[ somewhat dry, but not mean. ]

... you don't have to, I don't know, pretend around me? I mean, you were the one who got fucked over! Logically, you're the one who needs the support.

[ that's, like. probably the way it should work, right? ]

But if you are really okay, then I'll take you at your word.