[He watches with idle interest as he takes her finger and runs it around the rim of the glass. A trick he's seen before, but always a fair distraction, even while he answers her question.]
Yeah. He's studying photography... and he's really good at it, too. Always snapping photos when he sees the opportunity. [The true eye of a photographer, seeing photo ops where most would only view the mundane.]
We went to a petting zoo together a while ago. I got to see a baby chocobo.
[And he doesn't seem to mind her leaning forward; it's strange, how he doesn't even seem to cognizantly notice it, really, because now he really is reflecting back on his visit to the petting zoo.]
They're about this big. [He gestures with his hands, about as wide as his lap.] Some are getting their feathers in, but they still have fluff. They're really soft, and I can see why Prompto's crazy about them.
He could try to pass it off as long-term borrowing, maybe.
[Yeah, Carmen, that'd be stealing, wouldn't it. Normal people don't steal things, do they.
Luckily, the fact that she's gotten Cloud to laugh goes a long way toward keeping her from dwelling on thoughts like that. He's a good distraction that way, it turns out.]
But maybe it's for the best. I'm not sure how well a baby bird would get along with all the cats and dogs he's told me about.
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Yeah. He's studying photography... and he's really good at it, too. Always snapping photos when he sees the opportunity. [The true eye of a photographer, seeing photo ops where most would only view the mundane.]
We went to a petting zoo together a while ago. I got to see a baby chocobo.
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[She leans toward him a little, a subconscious reflection of her eagerness.]
Did you get to pet it?
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[And he doesn't seem to mind her leaning forward; it's strange, how he doesn't even seem to cognizantly notice it, really, because now he really is reflecting back on his visit to the petting zoo.]
They're about this big. [He gestures with his hands, about as wide as his lap.] Some are getting their feathers in, but they still have fluff. They're really soft, and I can see why Prompto's crazy about them.
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[As is the mental image of Cloud and Prompto, both halfway to resembling a chocobo themselves, petting and playing with them.]
Did he want to keep one? I bet he wanted to keep one. I know I would've.
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That'd be stealing. I think the petting zoo would probably frown on that, don't you think?
[Though the mental image of Prompto walking out with a baby chocobo tucked securely under his shirt is pretty... hilarious, to be honest.]
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[Yeah, Carmen, that'd be stealing, wouldn't it. Normal people don't steal things, do they.
Luckily, the fact that she's gotten Cloud to laugh goes a long way toward keeping her from dwelling on thoughts like that. He's a good distraction that way, it turns out.]
But maybe it's for the best. I'm not sure how well a baby bird would get along with all the cats and dogs he's told me about.
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[Prompto would honestly probably live with a chocobo in their apartment if no one talked him out of it.]
He'd make them get along. He'd find a way, believe me.