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[ VIDEO ] un: chocobro

[ It's mid-morning when this video goes live, the camera auto-focusing on Prompto's face as he kneels "steathily" in what appears to be a hallway, his back pressed up against the wall even as he grins stupidly at the screen. Prompto isn't one to easily be found in a bad mood, but he appears to be exceptionally giddy today. The reason why? Well...

In a hushed, excited whisper: ]

Heeeeeeeey. Hey! Heyyyyy! Goodest of good mornings to ya! I've got, like, a crazy big announcement to make! Wait for iiiiiiiit, just - okay, okay -

[ He starts creeping down the hall in his crouched position, as if he's approaching wildlife that should be considered dangerous. And this is certainly dangerous. Prompto swivels the camera's view around to face forward as he tiptoes to just outside the doorway to Alisaie's study, where she's just visible through the ajar door, sitting at her desk, reading out of a book and drinking from a steaming mug. She seems to be unaware of his presence...for now. ]

See her? I know, right? An actual elven goddess, as clever as she is brave and loyal, a hero to the people and a scholar - also, a total hottie. Okay, but get this - I - me, Prompto Argentum - asked her to marry me - hah - and she totally said yes!

[ The last word is spoken with such a feverish high pitch that only dogs could probably hear it. He moves around the doorway just a biiit more so he can attempt to focus in on the engagement ring Alisaie is wearing, which really just makes the picture as fuzzy as hell because he's still in the hallway, but whatever, it's there on her hand and it looks great in person!! ]

Check it - booya! Look at that rock! Oh man, you guys, it was sooooo romantic, there were rose petals and fireworks and birds were singing - probably -

[ Prompto turns the camera back on himself as he just sort of...slouches back against the wall and laughs nonsensically with a hand against his face, which might seem a tad concerning for anyone who doesn't know him, but this is just his way. ]

Oh, man - I still can't believe it! I don't even know the first thing about planning a wedding... [ Even if his best friend was supposed to get married back home, it's not like Noct was at all involved with the planning of it, so Prompto has no example to follow there! He also stops remembering to whisper riiight about now. ] Like - we need a DJ, right? Pretty sure we need a DJ. Anyone out there a sick DJ? Am I gonna have to take my own photos? Plus, we're gonna need the best cake imaginable 'cause Miss Sweet Tooth in there -

[ Of course, this is when the door to the study swings open wide, with Alisaie appearing in it as grave as a ghost with a look that could kill, and Prompto's phone goes clattering to the floor, providing a unique perspective on what will likely be his brutal murder. ]

Oh, crrrr - hi, sweetheart! I was just...

[ As he grabs for his phone again, the feed cuts out, RIP. ]

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[ There's nothing to be embarrassed about!!! But he knows how she is, considering how she'd clam up at the mere mention of the word "boyfriend", and we can't forget that time she all but melted into a puddle when X'rhun caught them kissing...

She's just not quite as effusive as he is.

Well. Since she's working on cocoa, he'll start working on the pancakes, whether she asked for them or not. ]

Look...I'm sorry. If I had known you hadn't told 'em yet, I wouldn't have done it. [ As he steps up to the stove to set the pan down, he knocks his elbow into hers. ] But hey...just think of it like...ripping the bandaid off! Allll out there now.

[ Yes, the shocking truth that she has feelings has been exposed... ]

[ trying to win her over with pancakes are you, argentum?? well you can't. unless they're chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream. then she's all yours.

but until those chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream are actually physically in her mouth, she's going to be pouty and sore about it. ]

Well, next time you may want to ask instead of assuming.

[ even if assuming she'd told her brother was probably a safe assumption, he still has a big mouth!!

grumblegrumble >( ]

[ oh my god...it's her

But never her fear, in the mixing bowl that Prompto is assembling the ingredients for the pancakes, he is indeed throwing in some chocolate chips. He knows the way to soften her heart. That's why she's wearing that ring! ]

Noted! Sooo noted. Next time I...announce our engagement to the world, I'll ask first.

[ Okay, he can't help a little snort of laughter this time. ]

[ she elbows his ribs!! ]

You know what I mean!

[ don't get cheeky with her, argentum!! better add more chocolate chips. really though, if this happens again someday when she's pregnant IF THAT EVER HAPPENS there shall be a reckoning.. ]

[ Gods help him in any universe where that happens...

But anyway, he can read her mood, and so additional chocolate chips are added in before he presses one against her lips. ]

Right! Sorry, sorry...

[ He's mostly sorry. ]

But - hang on. Can we get back to the part where you haven't told your brother yet?

[ don't ply her with a chocolate chip..!! she accepts it though, because she isn't above bribery apparently, even if her cheeks are still puffed out a little while she chews it. weh. ]

I was planning on it, of course.

[ she says, huffily, while huffing, still. ]

I was waiting for the right.. time.

[ Her pouting is so adorable...but for the sake of his life, he doesn't point out as much, instead whipping up the pancake batter until it's nice and gooey. He's gotten so good at this! If they can live off of pancakes and spaghetti for the rest of time, he can do all the cooking. ]

Is this the sorta thing there's really a "right' time for?

[ I mean, no matter how she went about it, Alphinaud was liable to be shocked. He hadn't been here for see their relationship blossom, and it's not like Prompto said anything to him about how he was planning to propose. Which in retrospect, maybe...he...should have... ]

[ i mean, pancakes and spaghetti for life doesn't sound so bad.. good thing they're like hummingbirds and can survive off of carbs alone. except i guess prompto really can't, not without morphing back into promptubs. ]

Well, no but.. but still!

[ you shouldn't have been in the west wing!!! ]

[ It's true, don't make him back into that chubby nerd, Alisaie!! He worked so hard for this bod, for the guns she loves so much... ]

So...the way I see it, we're kinda even.

[ Yes, that's his line and he's sticking with it. ]

[ you know prompto, you were doing so well, with the chocolate chips and the pancakes, but you just had to keep picking at the wound didn't you ]

I should think not.

[ her ears flush red again, cheeks puffed angrily. ]

I may have been dragging my feet, but announcing it loudly to the entire world without consulting first with me was far more egregious a transgression.

[ He always gets one step away from success and trips at the finish line. You would think he would learn eventually, but alas, he has not. ]

Whoa - transgression? Isn't that a little harsh?

[ He spoons out some of the pancake mix onto the pan. He'll win her back with these, just you wait!!! ]

[ when will he ever learn.. he was so close to being in the clear ]

No? You transgressed. Therefore, a transgression. Shall I fetch you a dictionary?

[ the SASS is BACK ]

[ did the sass ever leave??? ]

Nooooo, thank you, my dear bride-to-be! I know what it means!

[ Mostly. It's like a really bad mistake, right? A party foul. Anyway, this line is clearly not going anywhere good for him, so instead, he switches up the topic of conversation. ]

So, uh, speaking of...all this, we probably ought to, y'know, pick a date! And all that...jazz.

[ He fingerguns at her (one-handed, of course, as the other still holds a spatula). ]

[ .. well okay no, but it was lower key!!

but okay, he's backing off again, smart boy. even better, he's talking about wedding things, which makes her smile despite herself. with her cocoa finished at last, alisaie moves to sit at the little kitchen table, her hands wrapped around her mug. ]

Well.. do you have a preference?

[ He laughs a little breathlessly as he turns over the pancakes (with expert flippage, I might add), giving her a fond smile over his shoulder. ]

My real answer would be tomorrow, buuuut I get that's probably not super realistic. How long do you reckon it'll take to plan?

[ They have a lot of questions to answer before they settle on a date, really. ]

[ to be honest, tomorrow sounds great, and she very nearly says as much - but then, alisaie also is not the sort of girl to need all the bells and whistles. they could get married, just the two of them, quiet and alone and she would be perfectly content.

.. but she knows prompto well enough to know that, while he might agree to something like that to make her happy, it is not what he would really want. not to mention, there's a few others she's sure she might catch holy hell from were they to not invite anyone to the ceremony. being social is so exhausting. nevertheless, she keeps it all behind her teeth. ]

I've absolutely no idea. I have never planned anything even.. remotely like a wedding before.

[ a thoughtful frown. ]

But it cannot be too difficult, can it? It need not be excessive..

[ .. he's gonna want like a three ring circus isn't he ]

[ Her suspicions aren't wrong, and Prompto is liable to want to invite everyone he has ever made eye contact with to their wedding. There's certainly something to be said about eloping, about it being just to the two of them, when that's really all that matters. But still...he wants to share that day with those that have helped made it happen. That have made him into a better person, in big and little ways, that have shaped him into someone who deserves to be loved. Deserves to be happy. Maybe...they can give hope to others who are still looking for their happiness, too. ]

Nah, it doesn't. [ quietly...slides his pamphlet about elephants and tiger rentals under the rug ] It just needs to be special.

[ Because as Alisaie may allow for more than just the two of them to attend to please him, so will he control his more...enthusiastic tendencies and keep things simple. ]

[ alisaie takes a long drink of cocoa, then exhales in a long, slow sigh, folding her arms down onto the tabletop and resting her chin upon them, watching his back while he moves. ]

It will be.

[ no matter how big or small, no matter if it runs smoothly or falls apart disastrously, none of that matters. what matters is that they are doing it, even if it feels so incredibly.. surreal. her smile twists wryly. ]

We need only pray that my parents do not wake to interrupt it.

[ The way she says that, like it being special is already a done deal, makes his heart leap in his chest. She's not alone in finding it surreal, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Each time he thinks about it and realizes it's actually happening, that she said yes and it's real, he feels happy enough to light the whole world up with his joy. ]

Oh, yeah? They'd be a little protective, huh?

[ It fits in with what she's told him about how stuffy Sharlayans can be. If they did wake up, Prompto would of course do his best to stay on their good side, but all that really matters is what Alisaie wants. ]

[ a bit of the warmth in her expression dissipates, and alisaie looks distinctly uncomfortable, her gaze shifting away, down, distracted. ]

.. something like that.

[ she says, and realizes soon after that she owes him more than that, though still she feels somewhat.. ashamed to admit it, as if her parents' and peoples' ignorance somehow reflects poorly on her. ]

They would not approve.

[ He still doesn't quite parse her meaning at first. Well, sure, Alisaie is still pretty young to be getting married - by Lucian standards, at least. Maybe that's the case for Sharlayans, as well. Or maybe...

He turns to face her more fully. ]

...Because I'm human?

[ How ironic that would be. Someone disapproving of him being something that it took him nearly his entire life to accept himself as. ]

..yes.

[ she will not lie to him, there is no reason to. like it or not, it is fact. hydaelyn was her home, she loved it, and misses it fiercely every single day, but it was not without its faults, its ugliness. of course, she knows immediately what is going through his head, so she is quick to set the record straight. ]

Not because you are lesser, or I better, but because we are different.

[ .. though elezen do have a certain superiority about them that she cannot deny, but such relationships as theirs are frowned upon by all sides, and so for the moment that is irrelevant. ]

A union such as ours would be forbidden, in Eorzea.

[ Forbidden. There's something about that word that is chilling, and it's so strange to imagine something so good and pure as their love being forbidden. There's nothing quite equivalent on Eos, and so it's difficult for him to reconcile, but perhaps it's not that surprising. Sometimes...people have an easier time latching on to what makes them different than what makes them the same.

But it's true. They are different, both in race and in temperament. But it has never been an issue. Not really.

His brows draw together, thoughtful. ]

Does it...bother you at all? N-not that we're different, or that I'm not Elezen. But...that people who care about you might be...disappointed?

[ If "disappointed" even covers it. ]

[ it is chilling, most especially considering she has witnessed the fallout of a pairing like their own. couples are run out of towns. hybrid children are shamed and abandoned and mistreated. it's terrible. it's unfair.

but this is not eorzea. those prejudices cannot hurt them here, or at least not so far as she has seen. el nysa certainly has its fair share of problems, there can be no denying that, but at least that is not among them. of course, were her parents to wake that would be a different story, but.. ]

Of course. For better or worse, they are my parents, it is difficult not to seek their approval.

[ but she shakes her head, and lifts her eyes to his face, sorrowful but resolved. ]

But it would not change my choice. Love and happiness are not meant to be restricted or commanded; family or no, their views are not my own.

[ His expression is subdued, a soft smile on his face. In a way, he understands. Growing up, he had yearned for the approval of his parents, for their attention, if nothing else, even until his last days in Insomnia. It's hard not to want it, even if their relationships were strained, at best. Parents are kind of just...like that.

But hearing her sound so resolute, so unflinching even if their union would be unwelcome in her world, makes his heart soar in his chest. He's so, so very lucky to have found her. ]

Heh...you really are one of a kind, y'know?

[ But then there's a sizzling sound behind him, and Prompto flips around quickly to attend to the pancakes. Just in the nick of time!! They're not burnt, but cooked to a nice, crisp golden color. ]

Ah! Perfect, if I do say so myself! ...And I do say so myself.

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