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hey hey hey! can't get to you right now but i will soon as i get the chance! 📸

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[daemonized]

[A grape. Well, it was smaller.

He takes it from Prompto, and then it disappears into light and nothingness once more. Ardyn smiles.]

Count to five, and I'll bring it back.

[mercurio]

[prompto does the slowest count to five in existence, grinning]

One.

[a long pause]

Two.

[...and so forth, until]

--five!

[daemonized]

[And a flick of his wrist, the tiny little grape appearing in his palm again. He looks at it a bit critically at first, before... finally offering it to Prompto.]

Don't eat it all at once. Take a bite, and if it tastes odd, please don't go through with this. You may regret it later if you do.

[mercurio]

[this is prompto]

[he's already shoved it into his mouth, and is biting into it]

[and chewing]

[chewing...]

Hmm...

[daemonized]

[Please don't do something dramatic like shatter into light yourself, Prompto, he'd feel Real Bad about that.

He waits... semi-patiently.]

And?

[mercurio]

[thumbs up]

It's delicious. Tastes like any normal grape, actually.

Can we try the steamed bun, please?

[daemonized]

[He looks vaguely relieved, though a hand does come up to rub at the back of his neck as he considers this.]

Fine, hand it here.

[Hands out, waiting for the bun again.]

[mercurio]

[he looks for it and hands it over, excited as all could be!]

Do you think you could leave it there a while? I'll come back for it in, uh, a couple of hours?

[daemonized]

A couple of hours?

[He takes the bun, and something Protective in him has him just scrounging around for an excuse.]

...It'll get cold.

[mercurio]

Cold buns are still delicious.

Whatever the case, microwaves exist.

[an entire nation just groaned at their traditional food being treated in such a way...]

It's an experiment, and I'm willing to sacrifice part of my meal for it. Unless Noct shares his with me, but, I'll think of ways to convince him.

[he looks so earnest, please ardyn]

[daemonized]

You and Noctis having dinner tonight?

[It's a wayward question, one that has no real weight on the matter at hand. It's just Ardyn stalling, but-

Prompto just looks so eager and curious to see it through to the end, and all he can do is exhale in a half-sigh.]

Very well. Come back for it later then. But if you suffer from a wave of terrible indigestion as a result, remember that I had given you a word of warning.

[mercurio]

Noctis and I have dinner every night.

[a smile, waiting for the bun to disappear]

Yes, sir.

I promise I won't complain.

[daemonized]

Very well.

[And with another flash of light and red fractals, the bun disappears.]

Come back later, then. I'll be here.