well there probably isn't just roaming wifi on mars. the colonies have them. if you stray too far from the colonies you'll likely die. ))) is a lazy way to do it because of the language.
[he has to stifle a smile at the way prompto easily warmed up to him and how, despite the rough meeting, eager he is to get to know deimos. everything about prompto is endearing to the point of being embarrassing in deimos opinion. but it's not bad.
deimos welcomes this kind of treatment into his life, letting the warmth seep into his body and give him a new sense of hope for his life here and for himself.
he's about to speak up about soup, saying he's fine with whatever prompto wants to get when the other starts walking and filling in the silence around them with words.
not only is prompto so bright and warm but he's thoughtful too. saying deimos can text instead of talk? the acceptance has him turning red at the cheeks.]
thanks.
we don't have to get soup. i'm alright with whatever you want.
[honestly? prompto would rather hear what deimos has to say than have him keep it to himself because of his reluctance to speak or shyness or whatever--]
Yeah, well! You've been talking so much about soup, it's really made me crave it!
[he's already walking, making his way, searching the mental online map for the nearest place that sells quick but delicious soup. there's something called "pho" and it says it includes a spicy option, so prompto's quick to pin that location.]
Oh, this place's not too far...
You been thinking about what you can do while you're here? I'm buying, by the way.
[there's still a bit of a pause whenever deimos texts. but the delay is hardly an issue considering he's using more words to communicate. anyone who's spent more than a minute with deimos would realize that he's being more open.]
i've been looking. even tho i'm fairly strong i don't think i'd be taken seriously for manual labor and the service industry is...
[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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lol damn sorry didn't realize there was wifi in mars!!
)))) looks super weird it isn't even words
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well there probably isn't just roaming wifi on mars. the colonies have them. if you stray too far from the colonies you'll likely die.
))) is a lazy way to do it because of the language.
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i'll accept your )))ing to my loling
but okay! i'm gonna head out now
where you at?
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i'm over here.
[insert some vague location that is conveniently not too far from prompto's...]
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huh? what a coincidence.
don't make me wait too long.
[cause guess who is quickly making his way to said building? this guy.]
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[prompto spots him first when he's coming up around the corner, raising his hand in greeting and skipping the rest of the distance]
We can try out a soup place if you want!
[grinning, he sways from side to side, before turning on his feet, walking backwards down the street]
You can also text me your answers if talking's a drag.
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deimos welcomes this kind of treatment into his life, letting the warmth seep into his body and give him a new sense of hope for his life here and for himself.
he's about to speak up about soup, saying he's fine with whatever prompto wants to get when the other starts walking and filling in the silence around them with words.
not only is prompto so bright and warm but he's thoughtful too. saying deimos can text instead of talk? the acceptance has him turning red at the cheeks.]
thanks.
we don't have to get soup. i'm alright with whatever you want.
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Yeah, well! You've been talking so much about soup, it's really made me crave it!
[he's already walking, making his way, searching the mental online map for the nearest place that sells quick but delicious soup. there's something called "pho" and it says it includes a spicy option, so prompto's quick to pin that location.]
Oh, this place's not too far...
You been thinking about what you can do while you're here? I'm buying, by the way.
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[there's still a bit of a pause whenever deimos texts. but the delay is hardly an issue considering he's using more words to communicate. anyone who's spent more than a minute with deimos would realize that he's being more open.]
i've been looking. even tho i'm fairly strong i don't think i'd be taken seriously for manual labor and the service industry is...
[a lot of speaking.]
i have skills just not the ones people want.
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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?