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you're kidding

[ sorry, prompto, he can't help but start with that. ]

what am i supposed to do
pout for the camera?
i'll look like a jackass in them

[ it's fine! his bestie back home is like this. ]

oh come on!
that sounds like you don't trust me to make you look good
which i totally can

...

unless you wanna look pouty??

i don't want to look like a tool
what kind of pictures are you thinking anyway
don't you know twenty other people you could ask instead

i mean sure
but those other people aren't you

[ and when he realizes that could be read a certain way, there's a spam of messages right after. ]

we're friends is all i'm saying
i wouldn't make you look lame or like a tool
they can be casual shots!
i can even set it so we do some together

[ Sorry, Prompto, but he definitely laughed--especially once the rushed texts came in. Poor guy..... ]

well i'd be a jerk to say no now
but you can't keep any weird pictures, alright?
i don't know anything about posing serious for a picture
what kind of shots are you thinking?

[ leave it to him to assume everything! ]

i'll let you look at the roll when we're done
no weird pictures
whatever weird means :P

like i said tho just casual ones
idk we can wander around and play it by ear

[ He has to think about it, really think about it, because is the idea of getting pictures taken that intriguing? No. But it's Prompto, and fuck, Robby knows he's being boring as hell (but he isn't changing his mind about the carnival--fuck whatever the deal is with that).

Hanging out is the bigger draw, so, give him half a minute and: ]

fine. tell me where you wanna meet up
but i'm only doing it cause it's you
you know
since we're friends is all i'm saying

[ you know he had to. ]

[ he honestly wouldn't have blamed him if he'd said no. prompto can take it; he'd just find another way to hang out with robby!

anyway, it's a good thing he can't see the nice blush that heats prompto's face. ]

DUDE
you totally could've left that part out

uh...
are you home right now?
i could swing by and meet you out front??

what? you dont wanna come up?

messing. sure, i'll be down

[ Sending gay-coded joking texts isn't usually his thing, but what the hell to that too, hey? But even Robby skips out on taking it further, the 'i'm all alone' backpedalled before his fingers could type it out.

Instead, he abandons the phone around there to make sure he looks....at least presentable. Still his own style, but what he hasn't bothered with as much being stuck in the city is slicking his hair back. And if he's getting photos of himself, he should at least sort that out, right? But he's not going any flashier than jeans and a flannel shirt over a short-sleeved ensemble.

But he'll check his phone somewhere while looking at himself in the mirror and wondering what he's doing (at least, in a semi-amused way). You know, to check out any messages before he comes down. ]

maybe later if you're still feelin company 😎

[ which is really the only thing prompto sends back as he hops on the subway back to their place. er, their building. yeah! he doesn't want to give robby the wrong impression despite whatever unconscious signals he could be sending. (never mind that he still thinks robby is actually Very Cool; he should probably delete some of the old pics he'd taken of him forever ago.)

anyway, taking photos of people and places should be fun. he hasn't gotten a chance to look in the stores or at the mall for a digital camera or even a decent analog, so his phone will have to do. at least he can set the timer on it...

those are all thoughts he has, texting robby that he's there and not to rush as soon as he's within sight of the complex. prompto's own style is relatively relaxed—black skinny jeans, a t-shirt and a sleeveless hoodie over that. casual is always good since he's not wandering around in the wilds of eos and getting into fights. ]

[ There is definitely a Face Robby is making once he's downstairs ('k. be out in a sec' sent back when Prompto's message comes through), out through the door and spotting Prompto where he is. It's the face of someone resigned: not sulkily, but like they don't know why they're doing this, but they know signed up to this. They can't even complain (that much).

He's got his hands in his pockets as he strolls over. He'd been tempted to pick up his board, but it's kinda pointless if he's with someone without. ]

If we do this, I want some photos later for the diner Mister LaRusso's putting together. Photos without me.

[ As a clarification. Just nice Prompto photos. ]

[ prompto immediately cues in on his expression and his general body language, eyebrows up just a little. if he's really not feeling it, they can just hang out and do something else, but that's a problem for future them to figure out and discuss.

as it is, he gives him a smile. ]

You mean pics of places around the city? [ huh. that could be a good idea. ] What if I grab a few of us somewhere and we do that instead? Seems like a good way to kill time.

[ and it (mostly) gets robby off the hook for a robby-themed photo shoot. for now. ]

Hey, I changed my shirt for this. [ Sure, he was making a face about the project, but he's allowed one face--and now the one he's making is a mock offence (a bad one, considering his smile). He taps Prompto on the arm with the back of hand in a friendly gesture. ]

I said I would. [ So, that's that. ] We can mix it up, whatever you like. But you have to tell me what to do. I only posed for school photos and IDs.

[ And we do not talk about how he looked in any of those.... ]

[ how robby nudges him instantly means prompto can lean into his personal space and elbow him lightly, immediately taking off at a leisurely pace. prompto turns so that he's looking at robby as he talks, clearly very comfortable with moving backwards and not tripping over his feet as he walks. ]

Okay, okay. I'll make sure you look good in your shirt. [ he teases him the way he'd tease noct (and tries not to think about how much he misses him). ] It's kinda the same thing? Just more freedom to move around.

[ he spins, slowing enough to keep up with robby. ]

Where d'you think we should start? [ just for the regular pics. ]

[ Robby notes the backwards walking, but won't comment on it; nothing's coming up behind Prompto (or, in front of Robby...them....), and a small smile plays on his face between it and the conversation, the mood. Thank you, his shirt is worth consideration. ]

What would you pick? [ It's not a cop-out, just: ] You don't have something you like to photograph more? I know this place is missing wildlife...

[ Which he does look at the rather empty streets of the city pointedly--which wouldn't be overflowing with chocobos, probably, but they would at least have some good boys around. ]

...but I wanna know what you'd pick. Your style.

[ prompto doesn't necessarily see it as a cop-out either, humming out loud as he considers the question. ]

I like a lot of different things? [ hmm. ] Might make me a bad photographer not having a certain niche, huh?

[ he's very much joking though, turning his attention to all of the buildings around them. quiet and creepy if he thinks about it for too long. which he most certainly is not going to do right now. instead, he shrugs and adds a bit more skip to his step. ]

Landscapes are cool, I guess. People are interesting sometimes too.

[ Landscapes, people... well, there's technically city landscapes available, but. ]

Taking pictures on the road's gotta beat anything we'll find here.

[ Because hell, if Robby had to pick anything, himself. He hasn't forgotten where Prompto came from, either, or what he was in the middle of doing. And when he looks around the city, sure, it might be nice in a sense, but it's like calling a jail nice. Just with more freedom of movement. ]

I'll leave it to you what you wanna photo for the diner. [ Honestly, Robby's input isn't really important here. He's shoving his hands into his pockets, watching Prompto. ] What about me? What's an interesting people pose?

[ The kind that makes Prompto interested, sometimes. ]

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