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I'm going to go go go

WHO: One very hyperactive (and sick) Prompto and YOU, you poor sod
WHAT: Let's See What Happens When An Already Active, Happy Dude Goes into Overdrive. alternate title: Magic flu strikes
WHEN: roughly from the 17th of the month through the following seven days or so (basically, before Phase II hits)
WHERE: Throughout Kirkwall. See prompts for specifics
NOTES: Besides illness and fever and whatever stupidity ensues from this,
probably not

1) The First Through Third Days

Prompto Argentum feels like he's on top of the world. Honestly, it doesn't entirely register how unusual it feels, because it's just too good to complain about. Besides, what's there to not be happy about? He's got a friend from home here (even if he does feel kinda bad that Iggy's now trapped here, too) and he's got a girlfriend whom he adores. Then there's all his friends he's made here, and the little niche he's carving out for himself in the Inquisition.

So you know what, he's gonna enjoy being happy. And confident!

A) With this swell of good feelings comes a productivity that's set Prompto out and about the city. There's an itch for him to take photographs but (luckily in hindsight) he's pretty much out of his developing chemicals, so he can't. So he channels his energy into other tasks. He mostly takes on odds and ends tasks, like hauling firewood or just running messages to and fro. He runs from place to place, feeling exuberant and hardly at all tired. Careful, if he spots you (and knows you), he'll definitely come up and say hello in a very excitable fashion. Heck, he might do that even if he doesn't know you.

B) At some point, he's got to be in the Gallows. Don't worry, he's just as bouncy and energetic there. He can be seen running about, doing... Maker knows what, honestly. Does it matter? He's a lean, not-at-all-mean, blond hyperactive machine. And he's chatting up pretty much anyone he comes across.

2) The Fourth Through Sixth Days

Now... it stops being as fun.

The spiked energy and confidence boost is still there, but something begins to feel a bit off. Prompto hasn't slept well the past few nights. But no matter how much he can't rest, he still just keeps going. And going. Eyes a bit bloodshot with bags forming under them, Prompto sets about working on a new project: the ultimate cat tower for Noctis the cat.

Yes, the man who has no construction experience is going to build a cat tree.

If one finds themselves in Prompto's corner of the former mage tower, they'll find his door open, with pieces of wood, nails, yarn (?), rope, brightly colored balls (????), and whatnot strewn about. In the middle of his room is a... structure. Of some sort. Probably the supposed cat tree, but right now it looks more like OSHA's worst nightmare. For those near him, they'll hear the sounds of nails being hammered in and all the cacophony that comes with construction projects throughout the day, at least when he's not running about gathering more materials for his exceedingly ambitious idea of this cat tower.

Poke your head in and ask at your own risk.

3) The Seventh through Tenth Days

Okay, now it's bad.

In addition to running about doing errands and still running amok, Prompto's frantic pace has only increased. Also, he might be running a fever. Also, he still hasn't slept. Those eyes of his are now definitely bloodshot, complete with nice black bags underneath. The man should have keeled over by now, but instead, he's still trucking along.

But he knows he needs to stop and get some damn sleep. So now his manic energy's directed towards finding something to knock him out.

"Hey, you got anything to help with sleep?" There's clear desperation in his voice. "Potions, herbs, magic, a blow to the back of the head?" He's not entirely kidding, either.

4) Wildcard

Insert your own scenario!

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Saoirse is returning from the Gallows' chapel when she sees him or rather something that looks vaguely like Prompto considering the speed at which he is moving. She hugs her book, the one received from Gareth on her birthday, a little closer as she tries to peek in the direction where she saw the blond blur head off in.

Honestly she has to smile because he's obviously excited to have his friend here. Besides, all things considered, it is hard for not to be happy when he is in such good spirits. Though she best say something before he vanishes completely out of her sight—

"Prompto!" She says waving and a bright smile on her face.

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Prompto skids to a halt when he hears that sweet voice call out to him. His eyes brighten as he jogs back, looking around for her. It doesn't take long to spot her, waving and smiling. Whatever he was setting off to do gets shelved as he runs up to her.

"Saoirse!" Arms wrap around her as he lifts her and swings her around. "Hey baby~" he says - no, he sings the words, his tone silly but surprisingly, his voice isn't all that bad.

She doesn't have much of a chance to respond in any sort of fashion before she is wrapped up in his arms and spun around. The sound Saoirse makes is one full of surprise (because why wouldn't it be?) at first but she ends with a laugh, reaching up to brush some of his hair back into place once she is safely back on the ground.

"Hello to you too." One day she'll catch up with all of this slang. "I'd ask if you were having a good day but that might be stating the obvious."

Edited 2018-01-19 22:49 (UTC)

"It's a great day!" He presses a kiss to her lips, grinning widely as he keeps his arms around her. "Where were you off to, huh? Need help with anything?"

Once more, he moves like a blur and she barely has a chance to respond to the kiss before he's talking again. Saoirse still continues to smile though, chuckling faintly and admittedly pleased that he was in such a good mood.

"I was just returning to my room to gather up some of the completed work that I've knitted together for the those without proper wear in the alienage." She says lightly. "Would you like to go with me?"

She's so good and kind. The elves in the alienage are lucky for her, and while he's biased, he knows what she's doing is wonderful. How can he not want to help? "You bet I would." He reaches out for her hand to take hold and let her lead the way. Prompto's all but bouncing on the soles of his feet, raring to go.

With a chuckle, Saoirse happily takes his hand and leads the way back toward the mages' tower and her room. She can't help glancing to him out of the corner of her eye as they walk, noting the energetic movements and near bouncing state as if he was about to take off at any moment.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so happy before," she says with a squeeze to his hand. "You must be very happy to see your friend again."

He could very well take off at any moment, or so it feels like. If it hadn't been for Ignis showing up and having Saoirse in his life and all his other friends, Prompto might find the extra energy and bubbliness odd, but here he doesn't. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?

"I am! Like, I don't think I realized just how much I missed them." He'd only be more excited if it was Noctis who showed up, honestly. Of course, he's worried about what it means for back home, but there's not much he can do about that right now. "It's weird not having the others around, but you won't hear me complaining for getting to see Iggy."

"I imagine it must be like how I felt when I say Herian again after twelve years," she says fondly. "Of course, I had not been thrown into a completely new world though it certainly did feel like we were worlds apart at times..."

It is said rather wistfully but ultimately gives him another smile, idly swinging their hands. "I really glad for you, Prompto. Plus it is a good look for you, you're quite cute being as excited as you are."

Edited 2018-01-23 02:13 (UTC)

Right, Herian mentioned that during the birthday party. "Twelve yeeeears. Man I can't even imagine it, but it's great that you two managed to find each other here!" After some hard times, but that's not worth bringing up right now. Why ruin the mood? "How did you find each other? You know, did you just run into each other doing Inquisition things? Did you hear she was here from another person?" He likes knowing more about her! And he's a chatterbox today (more than normal).

Oh gosh! Confidence boost or not, he still blushes a bit. "Just cute, huh? Well, I'll take it. Better to be happy and cute then... sullen and broody."

"I came to the Inquisition after she left on a mission. It was during then that I learned she had been here but I wasn't able to get in touch with her until after she returned," she admits quietly. "It wasn't until we came to Kirkwall that I saw her again. She made an announcement of her return and I immediately ran to her as fast as my feet could carry me."

Saoirse is smiling lightly as she speaks, squeezing his hand and holding her book close to her chest. Her smile grows more as he speaks, chuckling and slowing her walk until she comes to a stop and carefully pulls him closer to her to captures his lips in a kiss. It's slow, slower than his kiss earlier but just as earnest and when she pulls away it is with another grin before continuing the walk to her room.

"You are a great many, many things to me." She says, humming slightly. "But to tell you would mean not getting to the alienage before sundown but you are still very cute, Prompto."

"So you just missed each other. Dang. But that must have been a huuuuge surprise for her, to see you running at her after being apart for so long." Must have been a lovely reunion, or so he's picturing. With lots to talk about and catch up on, especially after what they must have gone through after the Circles fell.

He hadn't meant to imply that's all she thought of him, but all the same, he's smiling just as wide when they pull apart from the kiss (is he ever going to get used to being able to kiss someone so freely? probably not). "See, now you got me all curious." He begins walking again, swinging their joined hands. "We can walk and talk. Multi-tasking! And I can even start since you're a whole lot of things to me, too! Let's see..." He taps his finger to his lips, like he has to give this a great deal of thought. It's mostly done in the hopes of getting a laugh out of her. "You're kind, funny, smart, hard-working, caring..." He shoots her a grin. "And the prettiest woman in Thedas, elf, human, Qunari, or otherwise."

"For a moment it was like we had never been apart." It is said with a lovely smile, chuckling brightly. "It's one of the many reasons that I've found myself grateful to the Inquisition and happy in my decision to join."

One of those other reasons currently pulling her along into walking once more and swinging their hands. Quietly, Saoirse only nods along with his response to walking and talking but cannot help looking up at him curiously in thought. Ultimately, she writes it off to his excessive energy today and instead focuses on him with a fond look.

"And you always know how to make me smile." She says and ducking her head slightly to hide her blush. "Whenever I see you or hear your voice, I smile. Even if we couldn't talk just being at your side makes me happy. You selflessly look out for others and your friends, it makes me realize just how lucky I am. I feel safe and happy and I rather love kissing you."

There's something so infectious (not to mention adorable) in the way she talks about the reunion. He squeezes her hand, nodding along. "That's always the best kind of friendship to have, one that can survive years apart and then just picking up where you left off."

Oh Saoirse, if only you knew what was going on with him. All in good time.

Well now they're both blushing and smiling. "And you are waaaay better with words than I am, did I mention that?" No, but oh well. And of course, because she mentioned it, he's gonna lean down and give her a quick kiss. "So do I. The kissing, I mean. And I'm way luckier."

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It's been a few hours now since Solas' message across the crystals was heard. Saoirse, already pushing her limits, feels utterly at a loss in every sense of the word. She is not a healer and can barely focus on her research efforts, every word in the books she reads beginning to blur together.

Perhaps it is why she brings herself to see Prompto, as she has every day, to make sure he is eating and getting some rest. She is seated on her knees near his bed, head resting on her arm which rests folded on the edge and the other holding Prompto's hand as she sings under her breath. She can get him to rest sometimes and potions help with sleep at times but she knows it won't be long before the illness has him up and about once again.

She also cannot help the sadness lingering in her motions. Prompto could die, her mind reminds herself as she squeezes his hand and closes her eyes to hold back any tears that might threaten to appear. Saoirse is quicker to hide it more when she hears him move. She looks up to him quickly, visible dark circles and redness to her eyes as she offers him an exhausted smile.

"Did I wake you?"

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There's a loud voice blaring in his head that everything will be fine and this will work out for the best. They won't die! Someone will find a cure in no time! It's almost unsettling, but Prompto clings to the optimism, as it's much better than wallowing in despair.

And how can he be sad, when there's someone as lovely as Saoirse there, holding his hand as he wakes?

"Nah," he murmurs as he opens his eyes. How long was he out? Surely long enough, though even his unrelenting optimism can't hide that he still hasn't gotten a full night's rest in weeks. He glances over at her, taking note of her features. "You could have taken a nap with me. You gotta rest, too."

"I am fine," she lies. It's felt like these last few weeks have been nothing but lie after lie but she needs them too. "You should worry about yourself. Besides I didn't want to disturb you. I know how hard it's been for you to fall asleep let alone stay asleep."

With her hand still holding his own, she sits up on her knees and carefully leans over to brush his hair aside and touch his forehead with a frown. He doesn't feel feverish, none more so than usual, yet something seemed different that Saoirse ultimately cannot put her finger on. She instead lets her hand fall away from his face, offering him another smile.

"Can I get you anything?"

Oh, she's fine. Good! Of course she is. Those bags under her eyes are, ah... well... His mind spins, blinding optimism - if it could be called that - warring with logic. "Hey, I'm not gonna say no to cuddling, asleep or not." He sits up, still holding her hand in his. "I'm okay. I think. Kinda weird how used to it I'm getting." Which is kinda sad, but what else can he do? "How long was I out?"

"Then perhaps it will be something for you too look forward to later, hmm?" She says with a teasing smile, shifting slightly as he sits up but keeping his hand in a gentle hold.

"Almost two hours," she says a bit tiredly. "I suppose it makes sense you are getting used to it considering it is becoming your norm. Hopefully it will not be much longer before they find a solution to all this."

He smiles in return. It's too hard not to, her smiles are so infectious. Even as tired looking as this one is. "Definitely am. But pinky promise you'll get some sleep?" She needs her rest! Even if she conks out without him, it's better than her not sleeping at all.

"Two? Wow, that's more than I thought!" Says the optimist in overdrive. "I'm sure they'll find something soon! Anders has been working hard, and a bunch of other people. Any day now, they'll let us know."

"Mm... I promise." She says quietly. Already she is fighting the want to sleep but managing to keep herself going for now while he was somewhat rested and not so... overflowing. "I cannot have you worried over me when you are the sick one."

Her thumb strokes his hand as he speaks, listening and allowing herself the chance to relax once more with focus solely upwards on him. Despite his optimism sometimes being overwhelming (even for her) she cannot help nodding in agreement.

"And then I won't see you for a week as you'll be sleeping to play catch up." She says with a tinge of amused sadness. "It would be terribly lonely."

Her promise satisfies him, and he nods in acknowledgment, trusting that she'll keep her word. "When you get sick, I promise to take extra extra care of ya, to make up for this." Hilariously, he'll get his chance soon enough, but for now, it's just a promise for a future hypothetical situation.

The movement of her thumb is soothing. It'd lull him to sleep, if that were possible right now. But with his illness and just having managed to take a nap, that's not happening.

"Nah. It'll be like, a day at most," he insists. "Just spend the whole day in bed. Sleep." There's a roguish grin aimed at her then. "If you get lonely, you can spend the day in bed with me."

...

Then it hits him what that sounds like.

Oh gods.

OH GODS.

"Er, I mean - sleeping! That's all! I didn't mean like, you know... Sorry." Now his face is beet red. Smooth, Argentum.

Laughing at sick people is absolutely rude, she knows. Yet Saoirse still has trouble hiding her giggle, turning her face to cover her mouth with her hand instead. It feels like she hasn't laughed in forever so the chance (even at Prompto's expense) is somewhat helpful in lifting some of the stress that has settled in over her while he's been sick.

She finally looks back to him with her own grin and raises from where she's been seated on the floor to rest on the edge of his bed. Her thumb continues to stroke his hand in a comforting manner despite her roguish look.

"Hmm. Only sleeping then?" She asks, voice edging into teasing. "Well... as long as I'm with you then it doesn't matter what we're doing."

It's better than what most what do. Any of his friend would be dying from laughter right about now.

He's still blushing madly when she moves over towards him, eyes trained on the ceiling as he avoids eye contact. One look at her will send him spluttering and blushing even more, and he's already looked like a colossal moron enough for today. "Y - Yeah. And cuddling! We can do that, too..." A+ recovery there, Prompto. Totally nailed it. "Hopefully we'll get that sleep in sooner rather than later."

Once again, he's sick and teasing him like this is likely awful on her part. It's what her mind tells her and why Saoirse ultimately nods, reaching out to touch his face and hopes he looks at her. Though he is rather attached to the ceiling currently.

"I'd like that." She says lightly, much more warmly and less a teasing terrible girlfriend. "And I hope so too. It would be nice to just relax for a change."

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