Tell me that Illya is not going to kick my ass for it.
[he knows that illya won't, but there's still that idea that the older man is more particular about his own secrets, about his own hidden depths that he prefers to keep to himself--clearly having only opened up to daisy considering their relationship and how it's evolved.]
Not like I'm gonna tell anyone, y'know, but I just...
You guys are one of the best people I know here in NA. Guess I just wanna say, hashtag relatable but, also, you both are rocking at life as far as I'm concerned?
If you lie about it, he'll probably be upset when he finds out.
[ a casual shrug of her shoulders as she lets him go, moving back to the kitchen counter to take a much-delayed bite out of her toast. as she chews, she considers the options; once she swallows, she continues. no full-mouth grossness here, prompto, you're welcome. ]
I don't think it's really a secret that we have a thing. [ """a thing""" ] We're just not. Advertising it, I guess.
[ she taps the bottom of the knife against the cutting board, a jazzy little rhythm in tune with her thoughts. ]
Honestly, I don't know what I'm supposed to tell people. Like, "hey, here's the guy whose apartment I half live in?"
[ you could call him your boyfriend, daisy. that's what normal people would do. ]
[ he won't get any right now... but maybe later, when he's more deserving. right now, he just gets a fond smile, and a push of her plate in case he's hungry. there's still a whole other piece of toast. ]
You might want to announce when you're home, though, just for future reference. Hearing some emotional wordvomit is one thing, but...
[ she trails off, a brow arching meaningfully in his direction. did he really want to hear the alternative? ]
[his pout continues until he's being offered toast, which he happily accepts--hopping on one foot to reach for it and thus leaning onto the counter as he picks on it, small bite after small bite.]
Yeah, wouldn't wanna intrude in sexy times, right?
[he knows it's cringe that he said it that way but this is the life he's chosen.]
--I'm not used to having t'announce myself at -- home, or whatever, but I'll do my best to be better at it.
[ but she's laughing, smiling, shoving him a little in the shoulder as he swoops in to gather the offered bite to eat. clearly not as offended as the words would imply. ]
Look, I know Illya's not, like, the most forthcoming dude in the world when it comes to saying how he feels [ understatement of the fucking year ] but you're welcome to be here, you know. Any time.
[ a bit more seriously ]
He doesn't let many people in, and he likes you. And I think he likes your company, even if he won't admit it.
[he chews on, thoughtful at her words, grinding down on the meaning of them, really squeezing out understanding so that it seeps into his skin and actually fucking sticks.]
...I like being part of this. Like ... weird home, friendly situation. [it feels good to belong.] I like you both a lot, so it's... great, that you don't think I'm an annoying third wheel.
Even if I technically am a third wheel.
[it feels safe. it feels comfortable. it feels... like home.]
I know you guys would tell me if you get sick and tired of me.
[ no shame in that. daisy would, and she knows illya would certainly not mince words if he was tired of someone's presence, so there's no real question about it. if they didn't want him to be there, he would know. ]
But until I hear otherwise, you're welcome to be here as much as you want to be. Just... you know. Maybe not in silence with your door closed. At least hang a tag on the door or something.
[prompto starts, interrupting his train of thought with reaching over to tug at one of daisy's longer locks of hair. he's teasing.]
Won't happen again.
[here's to eating more toast.] I'm glad I met you guys. Honestly. What with Noct being gone and everything... It's nice to feel welcomed like how you and Illya have done with me.
[ she gives him an exasperated roll of her eyes, but daisy doesn't swat his hand away. ]
Yeah, well. Anybody who isn't being welcoming to you is on my shit list, for the record. [ a pointed look and a jab of her own piece of toast in his direction. ] Alright?
[prompto understands what it is to belong. to be part of noctis's retinue, thus befriending gladiolus and ignis both, initially out of necessity, but further on because they all made a great time. he always felt he was great because of who he was associated with.]
[the way daisy words what she means... it's got nothing to do with who he is best friends with, or who he hangs out with.]
[it's, honestly, enough to leave him like an anak in headlights, staring at her stupidly.]
Will you be kicking my ass if I'm the one making myself feel like garbage? I'm masterful at reliving the worst of myself.
[he jokes... mostly. but take that as an agreement to her terms and conditions.]
[he can't exactly find the words to express it, but he's glad he has found this kind of relationship away from home--and is grateful for how easy it's come. it's like none of the responsibilities and duties he held over at eos matter in terms of who he is and who he gets to relate with. it's honestly refreshing, to feel understood.]
[by this point, the toast he was offered is gone, and he does stand up from the stool and makes an effort to fix his hair a little.]
Anyway, awesome talk, Daisy, cuz you're awesome. I'm gonna see if I can catch some shots of the city from the tallest spire today. You got any requests, photography or otherwise?
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[he knows that illya won't, but there's still that idea that the older man is more particular about his own secrets, about his own hidden depths that he prefers to keep to himself--clearly having only opened up to daisy considering their relationship and how it's evolved.]
Not like I'm gonna tell anyone, y'know, but I just...
You guys are one of the best people I know here in NA. Guess I just wanna say, hashtag relatable but, also, you both are rocking at life as far as I'm concerned?
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[ a casual shrug of her shoulders as she lets him go, moving back to the kitchen counter to take a much-delayed bite out of her toast. as she chews, she considers the options; once she swallows, she continues. no full-mouth grossness here, prompto, you're welcome. ]
I don't think it's really a secret that we have a thing. [ """a thing""" ] We're just not. Advertising it, I guess.
[ she taps the bottom of the knife against the cutting board, a jazzy little rhythm in tune with her thoughts. ]
Honestly, I don't know what I'm supposed to tell people. Like, "hey, here's the guy whose apartment I half live in?"
[ you could call him your boyfriend, daisy. that's what normal people would do. ]
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I told you, I already kinda suspected it. Besides, you don't gotta tell anyone. I'm not spilling the beans.
[until he does, that is]
And like I've said, as long as you guys are happy, that's all that matters at this point.
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[ yeah, she remembers!! ]
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[he rolls his eyes but then makes a face.]
It was a joke in bad taste and I deserve all the noogies to make up for my crime in trying for hilarity when I'm not even a certified comedian.
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[ he won't get any right now... but maybe later, when he's more deserving. right now, he just gets a fond smile, and a push of her plate in case he's hungry. there's still a whole other piece of toast. ]
You might want to announce when you're home, though, just for future reference. Hearing some emotional wordvomit is one thing, but...
[ she trails off, a brow arching meaningfully in his direction. did he really want to hear the alternative? ]
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Yeah, wouldn't wanna intrude in sexy times, right?
[he knows it's cringe that he said it that way but this is the life he's chosen.]
--I'm not used to having t'announce myself at -- home, or whatever, but I'll do my best to be better at it.
[you get a smile for your troubles]
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[ but she's laughing, smiling, shoving him a little in the shoulder as he swoops in to gather the offered bite to eat. clearly not as offended as the words would imply. ]
Look, I know Illya's not, like, the most forthcoming dude in the world when it comes to saying how he feels [ understatement of the fucking year ] but you're welcome to be here, you know. Any time.
[ a bit more seriously ]
He doesn't let many people in, and he likes you. And I think he likes your company, even if he won't admit it.
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...I like being part of this. Like ... weird home, friendly situation. [it feels good to belong.] I like you both a lot, so it's... great, that you don't think I'm an annoying third wheel.
Even if I technically am a third wheel.
[it feels safe. it feels comfortable. it feels... like home.]
I know you guys would tell me if you get sick and tired of me.
[and there's that self-deprecating laugh.]
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[ no shame in that. daisy would, and she knows illya would certainly not mince words if he was tired of someone's presence, so there's no real question about it. if they didn't want him to be there, he would know. ]
But until I hear otherwise, you're welcome to be here as much as you want to be. Just... you know. Maybe not in silence with your door closed. At least hang a tag on the door or something.
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[prompto starts, interrupting his train of thought with reaching over to tug at one of daisy's longer locks of hair. he's teasing.]
Won't happen again.
[here's to eating more toast.] I'm glad I met you guys. Honestly. What with Noct being gone and everything... It's nice to feel welcomed like how you and Illya have done with me.
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Yeah, well. Anybody who isn't being welcoming to you is on my shit list, for the record. [ a pointed look and a jab of her own piece of toast in his direction. ] Alright?
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[the way daisy words what she means... it's got nothing to do with who he is best friends with, or who he hangs out with.]
[it's, honestly, enough to leave him like an anak in headlights, staring at her stupidly.]
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Daisy: the bully of bullies.
[look at the smile on his face!! it's one of the real ones, surfacing from a real, genuine place.]
You're a menace.
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[ but she's smiling back, soft and sure and sisterly. ]
You better tell me if somebody pushes you around for your lunch money, okay? I don't wanna hear about it from somebody else.
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[he jokes... mostly. but take that as an agreement to her terms and conditions.]
[he can't exactly find the words to express it, but he's glad he has found this kind of relationship away from home--and is grateful for how easy it's come. it's like none of the responsibilities and duties he held over at eos matter in terms of who he is and who he gets to relate with. it's honestly refreshing, to feel understood.]
[by this point, the toast he was offered is gone, and he does stand up from the stool and makes an effort to fix his hair a little.]
Anyway, awesome talk, Daisy, cuz you're awesome. I'm gonna see if I can catch some shots of the city from the tallest spire today. You got any requests, photography or otherwise?