i didn't mean it like that i do care for you both, and i don't want you thinking that i'm going to be speaking behind your back to her at any time that's all
i'm not good at talking about things hafid dunno what are things you'd hate that i bring up
[reaching his floor, they step out and make their way towards the apartment. it's pretty small and bare, but there's still some things worth boxing.]
I mostly wanna box up the clothes and throw out the disposable things. I think I could put the clothes in the safehouse for others to take.
[he's not about the sentimentality of keeping reminders of the others. that's what he has his pictures for, after all.]
[and so he heads for the bedroom (there are no doors, it's a simple floor map with everything linked together; the only doors in the entryway, bathroom, and closet).]
[ the lack of privacy would give him hives, he decides, carefully setting the boxes down and glancing around the space. ]
That's a good idea.
[ better to not let go anything go to waste. In the back of his mind he thinks he they need a better setup for what to do when someone vanishes. Maybe written wills detailing what to keep, in case they reappear, and what to toss and donate. ]
[it's where the more personal stuff is at, anyway.]
Maybe you can look through the kitchen? Iggy always had like twenty of the same stuff. [he's not a chef, what does he know why you would need different types of knives or pots for?] I'm good with two or three of each, really. I guess I could sell the rest if they look expensive.
[ Have some boxes, chocoboyo. Having a rich baby who grew up with gourmet cooking probably isn't going to be the most conductive to tossing what you don't need or want out, but he'll take the time to go through the things and divide them into 'keep' and 'donate/sell' boxes. ]
[he's shoving things in here as he goes. prompto never had to pack for anything in his life, either, so he's just dividing things based on what was his, noct's, or ignis'.]
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sorry dude
i think it's a cool idea
oh, do you know where i can get boxes?
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I've got some from when I moved here.
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i respect you both and i ain't taking sides
[there]
could i borrow those for a bit?
markus is helping me find a place closer to the city center
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[ -- that isn't constructive, but his feelings are hurt. he lets out a breath. ]
Do you want me to bring them to you?
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i do care for you both, and i don't want you thinking that i'm going to be speaking behind your back to her at any time
that's all
i'm not good at talking about things hafid
dunno what are things you'd hate that i bring up
sorry
i can pick them up
you don't have to bother
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he shoves it down. ]
It's okay.
She figured out a weakness and exploited it. It was my fault for falling for it. You don't need to worry about it.
It's fine.
I don't like being here since Kara disappeared. Fresh air will do more for me than trying to fix the walls.
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[so he lets it be, and accepts the offer.]
okay
do you know where the apartment is?
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Send me a pin.
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i'll wait downstairs
will be faster i think
[he just wants to make use of his nervous energy]
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damian will turn up in about twenty minutes, loaded wih empty boxes ]
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Hey. We'll take the elevator.
[it's easy enough for him to go with the motions, even if it's somewhat of an awkward shuffle.]
[as the elevator ascends... prompto glances towards the other, his back pressed to the back wall.]
Thanks, by the way.
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This is what friends are for, isn't it?
[ 'helping each other move' is somewhere on the checklist of friendship right
]
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[reaching his floor, they step out and make their way towards the apartment. it's pretty small and bare, but there's still some things worth boxing.]
I mostly wanna box up the clothes and throw out the disposable things. I think I could put the clothes in the safehouse for others to take.
[he's not about the sentimentality of keeping reminders of the others. that's what he has his pictures for, after all.]
[and so he heads for the bedroom (there are no doors, it's a simple floor map with everything linked together; the only doors in the entryway, bathroom, and closet).]
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That's a good idea.
[ better to not let go anything go to waste. In the back of his mind he thinks he they need a better setup for what to do when someone vanishes. Maybe written wills detailing what to keep, in case they reappear, and what to toss and donate. ]
Where do you want to start?
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[it's where the more personal stuff is at, anyway.]
Maybe you can look through the kitchen? Iggy always had like twenty of the same stuff. [he's not a chef, what does he know why you would need different types of knives or pots for?] I'm good with two or three of each, really. I guess I could sell the rest if they look expensive.
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[ Have some boxes, chocoboyo. Having a rich baby who grew up with gourmet cooking probably isn't going to be the most conductive to tossing what you don't need or want out, but he'll take the time to go through the things and divide them into 'keep' and 'donate/sell' boxes. ]
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—you were friends with Noct, right?
[prompto knows the answer]
[he's just trying to have a starter]