( january catch-all )

[mercurio]

WHO: prompto & various
WHERE: throughout new amsterdam
WHEN: the month of january (ic: september)
WHAT: a bunch of random slice of life scenarios...
NOTES OR WARNINGS: PG ? (will update as necessary!)

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[mercurio]

[the face he makes is nothing compared to the whole body shudder when aranea reveals that the protein is the most disgusting imaginable treat. he's holding at his arm in a protective attempt at a hug, leaning away from the leaning in.]

Don't say that! It's gonna ruin my appetite before I've even tried 'nything!

[one real way to gross him out is that: fucking insects.]

[five whole seconds of recovery later, he's putting his hands down like he's not some dainty lady... his eyes are already hunting down the stands.] Oh! Oh! Let's do those ones!

[the cold drinks with a neon rainbow of colors, oozing out colored smoke after putting solid ice into them]

I LOST THIS NOTIF CRIES

[merced]

[ Ignis has relished the opportunity to freak her out with insect talk. As far as Aranea's concerned, she's merely paying it forward. :)

After those very clearly delineated five seconds, Aranea lets the kid in the room take charge. That is, once he hones on the rainbow colours, she laughs a little, shrugging in a rather deferential fashion. ]

Sure.

[ He can run if he wants to. She'll make her way at at slower, calmer pace. ]

First drink's on you, right?

[mercurio]

[he's already far ahead from aranea, at the stand in question, two fingers up as he (doesn't) negotiate the price, paying immediately and getting the cold drinks on his hands. he's turning around towards her, his eyes on the drinks, and one hand reaching forward for her to take.]

Yeah! Just did. They're not that crazy expensive surprisingly.

[mostly? prompto's amazed by the looks of the drink. he's one of those kids that likes shiny things but then hates it. this will most likely be the case.]

Wanna drink it all in one go?

[don't. encourage him..]

[merced]

[ Is absolutely going to encourage him. ]

Yeah, let's do it.

[ She takes her own drink, bringing it fractionally closer to her lips. ]

On three. One, two -

[ A little higher now. ]

Three.

[ The moment he tips his drink back, she lowers her own, not drinking a sip. Rather, she smiles at him, and it's downright catlike. (Hopefully he doesn't choke or something.) ]

[mercurio]

[a fool, prompto drinks it all in one go. it feels like his throat is burning but it's so cold at the same time, too! he's whining the second he can get air in through his mouth, as if trying to get the warmth from the summer air inside his body.]

Oh man, oh man!

[dramatically, he bends over and presses his hands to his knees, trying to sort through the feeling of the drink coursing inside him]

I'm having like a body freeze!

[merced]

[ Still with her drink held low, Aranea watches him, not really making an effort to help in his pain.

What a dork, this boy is. ]

The sun'll melt you, you know.

[mercurio]

[he stands up straight and looks abruptly at her, a look of utter betrayal at noticing her glass is still full, nearly to the top.]

[is he pouting?]

[he definitely is.]

The sun is always gonna melt me, A-ra-ne-uh! Cuz I never put on sunblock like a dang fool!

[her name, exaggerated, to prove a point of his playful discontent. but then, his voice changes into something of a whine.]

You're supposed to keep me from stupid decisions!

[merced]

That's not in my contract.

[ Just to rub it in, she takes a fair sip of her own drink. No brainfreeze! ]

Mm, good to the last drop.

[mercurio]

[his expression remains pouty and contained in some form of childish fury--except it quickly dissipates.]

There are no contracts for friendship, Aranea!

[he's happy to let this offense go, easy like that. he's pretty much distracted with another food stand.]

Oh, hey! These look like delicious!

[some weird but colorful looking sweet, creamy things. clearly he's very easily entertained and distracted by colorful things.]