[ In retrospect, he should have figured that Connor would analyze a question like that to death — honestly, it'd be difficult for a human to answer, too, especially considering what many of them want the most right now is out of their reach. Maybe this was the wrong approach.
But he is committed to this plan now, and while Connor doesn't give him specifics to work with, he can...improvise. Maybe not always effectively, but he can figure something out, especially once he and Connor are together and he can get a better read on his friend.
Hey, even if that thing winds up being just shooting the breeze, it could be worse. ]
nah i got you man take those 20 mins to think and meet me in the courtyard anyway ill bring some rubber ducks
[ Hey, who knows, they might cheer them up, just a little. ]
[This conversation has already taken a few confusing turns, and the mention of ducks doesn’t seem to help matters. But Connor… wouldn’t say no. Doesn’t mind to seek company, not after all that’s happened, and makes the decision to agree faster than maybe he even normally would.]
All right. I’ll think about it and meet you there soon.
[And so he will, looking for Prompto at the courtyard when he reaches it, gazing around with curious eyes.]
[ He won't have to look too long; ostentatious as ever, Prompto is sitting on one of the benches, an assortment of rubber ducks next to him. Sitting is kind of a relative term, because when he's actually on the bench, his knees bounce with a frenetic energy, and when that's not enough, he's up on his feet again, pacing around and drumming his fingers against his arms.
Once Connor arrives however, his demeanor shifts, that nervous energy eaten up (mostly, anyway) by a focused grin. It's still there, in the back of his mind — the fear that even this is selfish, because it's distracting him from everything that's been plaguing his mind. But if it helps Connor out, too, then...it's not a bad thing, right?
Everything's just felt so uncertain since Noct left. ]
Soooo! You got an answer yet, Conno?
[ Akvos may have vanished into an abyss, but that nickname has not. ]
[The first thing he notes are the rubber ducks, followed by the anxious energy of Prompto sitting just nearby. Difficult for an android made to observe to not notice the shift in demeanor, the way the smile widens and brightens, and Connor has to wonder if it's for his sake or the young man's.
But he approaches, expression schooled, lips pressed into a smile that defaults into the usual; not too wide, not too lacking.]
It's Connor.
[A nickname that'll always be corrected, no doubt.]
...And yes, I think I have. I want to know what it is you plan on doing with those rubber ducks.
[ And his demeanor shifts again — into genuine surprise this time, Prompto's eyebrows flying up into his hair. ]
...Wait, for real? That's the one thing in the whole wide temple you'd want to do right now? Ask about my ducks? Dude.
[ ...But then again, maybe it isn't all that surprising. Connor is, after all, investigative to the last, and it's not like Prompto gave any indication as to why he brought them. Maybe that was the only logical conclusion for Connor to come to, if he wasn't going to pick something like, say, eating a whole cake by himself or launching some pumpkins into the air. (These might have been among Prompto's choices.)
A moment passes — and then Prompto's bewilderment gives way to a pure, unadulterated peal of laughter. ]
Heh, alright, that's easy enough! I mean...they're kinda cheery on their own, right?
[ Twisting around, he picks up one of the ducks and then squeaks it in Connor's direction. ]
Figured it's pret-ty impossible to be glum when you got one of these babies keepin' you company. [ ... ] But we could also try to sail 'em on the lake.
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But he is committed to this plan now, and while Connor doesn't give him specifics to work with, he can...improvise. Maybe not always effectively, but he can figure something out, especially once he and Connor are together and he can get a better read on his friend.
Hey, even if that thing winds up being just shooting the breeze, it could be worse. ]
nah i got you man
take those 20 mins to think and meet me in the courtyard anyway
ill bring some rubber ducks
[ Hey, who knows, they might cheer them up, just a little. ]
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All right. I’ll think about it and meet you there soon.
[And so he will, looking for Prompto at the courtyard when he reaches it, gazing around with curious eyes.]
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Once Connor arrives however, his demeanor shifts, that nervous energy eaten up (mostly, anyway) by a focused grin. It's still there, in the back of his mind — the fear that even this is selfish, because it's distracting him from everything that's been plaguing his mind. But if it helps Connor out, too, then...it's not a bad thing, right?
Everything's just felt so uncertain since Noct left. ]
Soooo! You got an answer yet, Conno?
[ Akvos may have vanished into an abyss, but that nickname has not. ]
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But he approaches, expression schooled, lips pressed into a smile that defaults into the usual; not too wide, not too lacking.]
It's Connor.
[A nickname that'll always be corrected, no doubt.]
...And yes, I think I have. I want to know what it is you plan on doing with those rubber ducks.
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...Wait, for real? That's the one thing in the whole wide temple you'd want to do right now? Ask about my ducks? Dude.
[ ...But then again, maybe it isn't all that surprising. Connor is, after all, investigative to the last, and it's not like Prompto gave any indication as to why he brought them. Maybe that was the only logical conclusion for Connor to come to, if he wasn't going to pick something like, say, eating a whole cake by himself or launching some pumpkins into the air. (These might have been among Prompto's choices.)
A moment passes — and then Prompto's bewilderment gives way to a pure, unadulterated peal of laughter. ]
Heh, alright, that's easy enough! I mean...they're kinda cheery on their own, right?
[ Twisting around, he picks up one of the ducks and then squeaks it in Connor's direction. ]
Figured it's pret-ty impossible to be glum when you got one of these babies keepin' you company. [ ... ] But we could also try to sail 'em on the lake.
[ There's enough for a whole crew here. ]