[prompto grins at ignis's diagnosis of the situation, catering forward some real helpful advice despite not having asked for any of the other man. his hands find the back of his head, elbows raised in a gesture of nonchalance.]
Where was all that concern when we went down into real tight caves and mines? Don't worry, Iggy. I can take it.
[it's not like he has much choice--but, in the end, he does enjoy what he does. and that's what makes him a willing participant (even a volunteer by his own volition to crawl in when the other option was some robotic apparatus left in HQ).]
[the mention of noctis's birthday has prompto's eyebrows raising and an excited twitch on the corners of his lips as they move upwards, hands pumping in front of his chest in earnest fists.]
Yeah! I remember it vaguely! That sounds like an amazing idea.
I'd say a ventilation shaft is far more restricting than a corridor that three grown men, an overgrown man, and several flans are able to fight in. But I'll concede that I'm sure being underground was difficult.
[A beat, a half-smile, and he glances up at the ceiling above them.]
Is it stifling now, out of curiosity?
[Because so much of this city is built underground, the infrastructure growing deeper and deeper and more labyrinthine. And, really, he's curious about what does and doesn't bother Prompto's claustrophobia. it's something he can try and keep in mind going forward.
And he's pleased that his idea is met with such enthusiasm, and chuckles quietly.]
Well- hopefully it will be recognizable, at least. I'm not that much of a craftsman. But I thought if we worked together we could come up with something passable. It's not too complicated of a silhouette, after all.
[prompto dismisses the notion of ignis gently prodding at his insecurities as anything other than attempt to keep a conversation going, so he responds with equal amount of dismissive inflection (--it's not for anything ignis says, he's just excited at the prospect of conspiring over noctis's birthday present).]
It's not so bad! [maybe, to some extent, it gets stifling, but the fact that there are clear exits make it bearable.] Do you have anything in mind? Like, a sculpture of sorts? Or maybe like -- a keychain?
[he's not very creative, this one, but he's down for helping out and getting things done right. why waste creativity when ignis probably has an idea of what he wants to make, anyway?]
[this is the part where he grins, finger guns as he puts his hand over his chin in some smug fashion.]
With our powers combined, Noct's not gonna have anything to be upset about for his birthday.
[The change of subject is fine with him- he's never really been sure just how to speak with Prompto. Being too serious intimidates him, joking with him tends to just make him feel bad, and ultimately Ignis is not good at picking up on any of these things sometimes. But the gift for Noctis is a Priority, and he nods, lips quirking up in a small smile.]
I suppose it depends on the materials we can find- though I'm not much of a sculptor. [He's... not very <>i>artistic to be honest.] About the only craft-like skill I have is basic sewing experience, but even that is limited to straight lines and buttons.
[A small plush, maybe, could be easy enough? Just two silhouettes stitched together and stuffed? It wouldn't be too hard... though prompto's idea of a keychain could be good, too.]
Why would he be upset regardless? [His head tilts slightly, obviously confused by the statement.] While he's a bit spoiled, he'd never be ungrateful for even the smallest effort on his behalf.
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Where was all that concern when we went down into real tight caves and mines? Don't worry, Iggy. I can take it.
[it's not like he has much choice--but, in the end, he does enjoy what he does. and that's what makes him a willing participant (even a volunteer by his own volition to crawl in when the other option was some robotic apparatus left in HQ).]
[the mention of noctis's birthday has prompto's eyebrows raising and an excited twitch on the corners of his lips as they move upwards, hands pumping in front of his chest in earnest fists.]
Yeah! I remember it vaguely! That sounds like an amazing idea.
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[A beat, a half-smile, and he glances up at the ceiling above them.]
Is it stifling now, out of curiosity?
[Because so much of this city is built underground, the infrastructure growing deeper and deeper and more labyrinthine. And, really, he's curious about what does and doesn't bother Prompto's claustrophobia. it's something he can try and keep in mind going forward.
And he's pleased that his idea is met with such enthusiasm, and chuckles quietly.]
Well- hopefully it will be recognizable, at least. I'm not that much of a craftsman. But I thought if we worked together we could come up with something passable. It's not too complicated of a silhouette, after all.
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It's not so bad! [maybe, to some extent, it gets stifling, but the fact that there are clear exits make it bearable.] Do you have anything in mind? Like, a sculpture of sorts? Or maybe like -- a keychain?
[he's not very creative, this one, but he's down for helping out and getting things done right. why waste creativity when ignis probably has an idea of what he wants to make, anyway?]
[this is the part where he grins, finger guns as he puts his hand over his chin in some smug fashion.]
With our powers combined, Noct's not gonna have anything to be upset about for his birthday.
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I suppose it depends on the materials we can find- though I'm not much of a sculptor. [He's... not very <>i>artistic to be honest.] About the only craft-like skill I have is basic sewing experience, but even that is limited to straight lines and buttons.
[A small plush, maybe, could be easy enough? Just two silhouettes stitched together and stuffed? It wouldn't be too hard... though prompto's idea of a keychain could be good, too.]
Why would he be upset regardless? [His head tilts slightly, obviously confused by the statement.] While he's a bit spoiled, he'd never be ungrateful for even the smallest effort on his behalf.