[open and closed prompts]

[end_recording]

WHO: Jonathan Sims, Ojiro Sniper, Soldier: 76, Roxas, anyone else
WHERE: safehouse, fighting rings
WHEN: various late November/December
WHAT: OPEN prompt for Jonathan
NOTES OR WARNINGS: violence, some mild horror imagery with eyes and worms

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Comments

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[mercurio]

Sorry, can't help with that yet.

[prompto offers his condolences in more of a jest than the first time he had heard jonathan complain about wanting a smoke. certain things couldn't actually be helped—and it's not one of the blond's priorities anyway.]

—but, I might have something you might like.

[the optimism in his voice pushes through with the smile on his face, even as he presents to the anxious man something small and compact, rudimentary by all accounts, looking similar to this.]

I'm afraid finding an actual cassette is gonna be impossible, but it does record stuff into a disk memory. [he rubs at his nose with the back of his hand, embarrassed...] Tried going for an old school model. Wasn't hard to find an online manual for it.

[end_recording]

[Jonathan doesn't look up immediately, rubbing a hand over his face trying to pull together some focus and patience so he doesn't snap at the person in front of him.

When he does look up, his expression shifts to dumbfounded very quickly. His hands reach out immediately, gently taking hold of the recorder, but not actually moving to take it away from Prompto's hands. As if he's not entirely sure he's entitled to this object.]

You... You really... Wh—Why?

[mercurio]

[it's similar to how he got a cane for v when the man had been waiting out in the safehouse without much purpose. prompto didn't have to do any of that for anyone, much less relative strangers, and yet he did—and does.]

Why not?

[the reasoning is a lot less superficial than that. being shoved into this new world, without much sense of belonging or belongings that might make someone feel more at ease, it'd be very difficult to feel... right, about things.]

[prompto adapted easy. photography became an automatic thing, never lost, in many ways much more accessible, whereas others weren't as lucky with the new changes the future had provided.]

I promised I would look into it. It was a lot easier to pull together than what I first thought!

[he shakes the recorder a bit, urging the other to take hold of it.]

[end_recording]

Th... Thank you.

[Finally, Jonathan does take the recorder, cradling it carefully in his lap.

This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for Jonathan, which he is not sure he should admit.]

This was very... kind.