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[crowncitizen]

WHO: Prompto, a cat, jerk natives and YOU
WHAT: Monthly shenanigans for the month
WHEN: Throughout the month of Harvestmere
WHERE: Throughout Kirkwall
NOTES: Minor violence

A) Stalker in the Gallows

Errands in the Gallows had started off solo, but at some point in the afternoon, Prompto realizes he isn't alone.

A black cat with white paws stalks him as he went out and about his business, running reports to and fro. And everywhere he goes, the cat trots behind him. At first, Prompto figures the cat would get bored and run back home, but after about an hour of this going on, he realizes that didn't seem to be the case.

Finally he stops to face the feline, brow raised as it comes to a stop, tail swaying as it looks up at him. "You lost there, buddy?"

It meows.

He bends down and holds out his hand, letting the cat walk up and take a tentative sniff before it rubs its face against his hand. Aww, cute kitty. Prompto scratches its ears, smiling as it purrs. All the while, though, he looks around, wondering whose cat this was. "Anyone missing a cat? Think this one got lost." Seems friendly enough, at least, which makes him think it was a house cat and not feral.

He didn't know it yet, but he's now a pet owner. The cat chose, and it's chosen him.

B) Tension in Lowtown

So, glares and mutters as people turn away aren't uncommon, but these days, it seems to have gotten worse. What used to be just poorly concealed looks of suspicion have turned to outright disdain, and he's been refused service more than once. It stings, but Prompto chalks it up to just uneasiness. Maybe something went down that he's not aware of.

Normally the natives aren't violent, just cross. But things turn sour one night when Prompto tries to enter a tavern for a quick drink and bite to eat. Before he can even enter, some drunk patrons loitering outside spot him. One grabs him by the shoulder and shoves him back. "They don't serve your kind here. And you ain't wanted anyway."

"Just a guy who wants a drink. Don't know what you-"

The man surges forward and shoves him again, this time hard enough to send him to the ground. "I know what you are, you festerin' demon scum! Take another step and I'll knock your bloody ass back to the Fade where you crawled out of!"

Prompto glares at him, looking torn between just walking away and standing his ground. Help him decide?

C) Drinks in a Non-Shitty Tavern

Eventually he finds a tavern that's not full of shit people. Or maybe they just don't know he's with the Inquisition. Whatever the reason, Prompto finally manages to have a drink in peace. He leans his head in his hand, swirling his drink round in the glass before taking another sip. He's taken a shine to the ale served around Kirkwall. Or maybe his taste buds have gone so dead he doesn't mind anymore. It could really be either or.

He's sitting alone, and being an extrovert, Prompto is always in want of company. If he knows you and spots you, he'll grin and wave you over, lifting his drink in invitation.

D) Wildcard

Hit me with your own prompt(o)!

Comments

[el_tybs]

"I suppose so. Nikita and Leonard are still in the process of getting used to it; they're okay with most dogs, but they didn't have to share with one before." They've had to offer a lot more places higher up so that they could get away from all of Jaylah's energy.

With Jaylah occupied and Prompto looking pleasantly distracted from previous events, Sam walks past into the kitchen and starts pulling out things to get a meal started. Setting some cheese and bread to the side for them to snack on, Sam hums lightly. "Me and Kirk," he confirms. "Me and Cyril as well," he adds. He's not sure if Prompto has met Cyril yet, but honestly he would be surprised if Cyril hadn't already introduced himself; that thought has him giving a short huff.

[crowncitizen]

"At least cats can climb and hide as needed. Which is really good, considering that dogs just like to get up in your business all the time." Pryna and Umbra were pretty darn well behaved, but even they were affectionate.

He starts nodding as he confirms him and Kirk, but his eyes widen briefly when he tacks on him and Cyril. No, he hasn't met the elf (yet. But boy would he make an impression when he does). Oh, they're in a poly relationship. To his knowledge, he never met anyone in one, but hey, there's a first for everything! "Sounds like a happy arrangement. Are he and Kirk a thing, too, or are they both just with you?"

[el_tybs]

Considering he's busy with getting food ready, Sam doesn't catch the way Prompto's eyes widen. Even if he had he probably wouldn't be very surprised by it since it was generally different to how others went about relationships. Prompto's questions throw him off a little though since that isn't usually the first thing people ask when they do find out - if they find out; he doesn't advertise after all.

"Hmmm," he hums in thought. "I- don't think Cyril and Kirk are a thing, but they certainly enjoy each others' company." Certainly friends with benefits.

[crowncitizen]

Prompto keeps on petting Jaylah, happy to douse her with attention. A dog would be great to have, but he's not sure if his cat would be pleased. And with how often he's away on missions for the Inquisition, it wouldn't be fair. That's, of course, not taking into consideration that he might not be here one day, if he should suddenly return home.

"That's good that they get along. Love triangles are fun to read about, but probably not so much fun to actually live out," he comments, standing up and stretching. He can't imagine how he juggles two boyfriends. Then again, he's never had one himself, or a girlfriend, so he's in no position to talk. "Do you need any help?"

[el_tybs]

It was always tough considering all those things. In any case and invitation for Prompto to come have puppy time will probably be offered later. If not by him, he's sure by the other two.

Having toned arms and decent upper body strength. Course in Kirk's case it's having nice glutes. At least that's what he would say if he was honestly asked. His boyfriends definitely have 'tastes'. Speaking of-

Sam pauses for a moment when the question is asked, knife in hand poised over the bread. After a moment he puts the knife down and turns to Prompto with an amused raised brow. "With Cyril or Jim? Aren't you forward." He grins; he knows that isn't what he meant, but considering he asked that right after talking about love triangles and his current relationships, it's hard not to tease Prompto on that.

[crowncitizen]

Hear that? It's that cliche record scratch playing out in Prompto's head because oh boy something has gone terribly awry here and now he's blushing super hard. Because by the Six, this has taken a turn.

"Uh - I - whoa, no no no no. Nothing like that!" How did he walk straight into that one. How?? This is what he gets for not specifying things more. Mark his words, he is going to spell out everything in detail from now on. "I meant - in the kitchen. Making the food. The food!" His voice may have just cracked a little. Bahamut's breath, he just wants to crawl into a hole and die. "I am, uh..." Nervous chuckle. "I'm the last person who'd be offering advice for anything like that. Or help."

[el_tybs]

If he could hear that, he'd have to ask what it is because he doesn't know what a record is. Would have been an interesting subject, like Jim trying to explain what a movie was.

At seeing how Prompto turns bright red and starts to stumble with explaining what he actually meant, Sam cannot help but give a short bark of laughter. He felt just the teeniest bit of guilt for doing it, but the reaction had been rather endearing. Honestly it was very similar to how he used to react to such things - still did sometimes - and now he could really understand why some people like Cyril and Kirk went out of their way to get such a reaction.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," he says, still chuckling. "I know you meant the food, that you weren't actually propositioning for... anything like that. Good delivery though if you were." Which again he knows you weren't Prompto, but it was real smooth.

"Sure. If you want to cut the bread I'll get the meat out to cook."

[crowncitizen]

Okay Prompto, you can stop blushing. Anytime now.

"Ha, it's okay. My buddies back home liked to tease me and get a reaction when they could as well. Just didn't see it coming at all." Now that he knows Sam likes to tease, or so it appears, he'll hopefully be more prepared in the future for it. "But now I got a good line if I ever want to... proposition... someone..."

Riiiiight, that'll be happening anytime soon.

Giving the dog one last pat on the head, Prompto heads into the kitchen. "Sure thing!" Cut bread? No problem. Just... don't ask him to do any actual cooking. Prompto takes hold of - what he's assuming - is the bread knife and begins cutting into it.

[el_tybs]

"To be fair, you set that up all on your own. I was just calling you out on it." Sam continues to grin as he moves over to give Prompto space to work on the bread while he pulled out a plate for him to put the slices on.

"You might want to think of a different line though, that might be too subtle or doesn't work without something to work off of." There's still an edge of teasing to the words, but it's definitely being offered as advice considering he noticed the hesitation to Prompto's words. "It's alright to be nervous you know, about those things," he says a moment later with a warm smile. "Go at your own pace; don't feel like you need to rush or be rushed by someone." And he's saying this from experience.

After saying that Sam moves to a cupboard and pulls out some salted beef. "Do you want potatoes or something else for a side?"

[crowncitizen]

It's good advice, honestly. Prompto nods, taking it in. Though, he sort of wonders if he should even bother. Likely he'll never actually have good use for it. Well, he can try and employ it all he wants, he supposes after a moment of thinking it over while slicing up bread. It just probably won't get him anywhere. "Yeah, definitely too subtle for me. I tend to lean more towards 'hammer the point in' side of the scale."

Prompto smiles a bit at Sam's reassurance, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Thanks. I'll try not to hurl myself at anything." Says the guy who develops mini crushes a dime a dozen but won't do anything about any of them, in particular the one ACTUAL crush he has.

"Oooh, potatoes sound good. That's one thing I'm glad Thedas has in common with my world. Probably curl up in a ball and cry if I went potato-less."

[el_tybs]

He knows when Prompto says 'thanks' there's a bit more behind the expression, but considering he doesn't know his whole story - not to mention already embarrassed him enough - he doesn't try to pry. At this point he should focus on getting food made like he promised.

The whole comment about the potatoes has the mage blinking and looking done at the brown lump in his hand. So they had potatoes where Prompto was from and it was called the same thing; interesting. "Really? Cry over a potato? Think I'd be more upset if I ended up in a place where they didn't have any meat."