[he grins, looking back and offering deimos another of those friendly arm punches.]
I'm just being nice cuz you haven't found a job yet. Don't worry, I know I'm great, no need to thank me.
[that grins grows a little toothier--clearly, prompto's not one to believe his own grandiose attempts of self-esteem, rather putting up a front of friendly chatter and happy commentary.]
[but, as they walk, he thinks on what the other's said about how he's tried finding a job to little avail...]
Hey, how 'bout you come back with me after we eat and talk to my supervisor-guy? If you don't mind working in dark, cramped places and are willing to learn about messing with cables and chips and the like. You could work as an engineer for the train stations.
If he says no, then that's a no. At least you tried and aren't wondering what if, or regretting missing your chance.
[snickering, he pushes open the door of the small restaurant. amidst all their talking and walking, they finally reached it. the smell of hot soups is making him hungry, but the place is mercifully air conditioned.]
[they get led into a table with two seats--stools, really--and he looks through the hologram menu on the table.]
[oh. prompto has a point and deimos knows more than anyone about missed connections with regrets. at least you tried. those words are comforting to hear at least. lost for words at this strange encouragement, deimos is quiet as they make their way inside and get seated.]
something hot
[it's a soup restaurant deimos, everything's hot!]
sour too. and for you? or do you need a suggestion?
[prompto filters through the information, looking for sour options.]
Oh, they have that shchi stuff. It has something called sauerkraut? [he totally butchered the name. he taps at it, so that a hologram of the soup comes up for them to look at.] You can order it with bread and potatoes... Would you like that one?
[as for himself, he's already eyeing]
I think I'll have the spicy pork and noodles one. Bet it's pork substitute, but those aren't half bad.
[he'll place the order if deimos gives him the okay. all the while, sitting there, smiling silly at the other guy as he awaits a response, bouncing his foot up and down, the motion translating all over his body.]
[prompto told him this at the safehouse before but deimos never thought much of it. maybe because in space eating substituted meals was all they had. he guesses that fake meat and food isn't something everyone's accustomed to. navigators sure complained about the food quality on the ship after all. prompto really is acting like a navigator out here, huh?
deimos can't help but smile when he sees prompto acting silly. it's really endearing to have someone act like this around him, someone who isn't weirded out by the silence or distal answers deimos gives him. prompto is genuinely an all around good guy.
how did he ever get so lucky?]
i'll take shchi with bread and potatoes. i take it you like spicy foods?
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[he grins, looking back and offering deimos another of those friendly arm punches.]
I'm just being nice cuz you haven't found a job yet. Don't worry, I know I'm great, no need to thank me.
[that grins grows a little toothier--clearly, prompto's not one to believe his own grandiose attempts of self-esteem, rather putting up a front of friendly chatter and happy commentary.]
[but, as they walk, he thinks on what the other's said about how he's tried finding a job to little avail...]
Hey, how 'bout you come back with me after we eat and talk to my supervisor-guy? If you don't mind working in dark, cramped places and are willing to learn about messing with cables and chips and the like. You could work as an engineer for the train stations.
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do you really think it'll be that easy?
[can people really just walk up to a work place, smack the boss on the ass, say 'job, please?' and get a job that way? prompto seems to think he can.]
what if he says no?
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If he says no, then that's a no. At least you tried and aren't wondering what if, or regretting missing your chance.
[snickering, he pushes open the door of the small restaurant. amidst all their talking and walking, they finally reached it. the smell of hot soups is making him hungry, but the place is mercifully air conditioned.]
[they get led into a table with two seats--stools, really--and he looks through the hologram menu on the table.]
Hmm... What do you feel up for?
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something hot
[it's a soup restaurant deimos, everything's hot!]
sour too.
and for you? or do you need a suggestion?
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Oh, they have that shchi stuff. It has something called sauerkraut? [he totally butchered the name. he taps at it, so that a hologram of the soup comes up for them to look at.] You can order it with bread and potatoes... Would you like that one?
[as for himself, he's already eyeing]
I think I'll have the spicy pork and noodles one. Bet it's pork substitute, but those aren't half bad.
[he'll place the order if deimos gives him the okay. all the while, sitting there, smiling silly at the other guy as he awaits a response, bouncing his foot up and down, the motion translating all over his body.]
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[prompto told him this at the safehouse before but deimos never thought much of it. maybe because in space eating substituted meals was all they had. he guesses that fake meat and food isn't something everyone's accustomed to. navigators sure complained about the food quality on the ship after all. prompto really is acting like a navigator out here, huh?
deimos can't help but smile when he sees prompto acting silly. it's really endearing to have someone act like this around him, someone who isn't weirded out by the silence or distal answers deimos gives him. prompto is genuinely an all around good guy.
how did he ever get so lucky?]
i'll take shchi with bread and potatoes.
i take it you like spicy foods?