[He only gives a brief sideways glance as he sees the light of a phone screen illuminate at the corner of his vision. It's greeted with another lopsided grin, and an almost-shrug, before Cloud merely turns his attentions to the tradition of wish-making.
It's silly, really, if he thinks about it. That he should make a wish here, much like a child would, expecting anything to come from it. And yet Cloud is not so cynical, not s jaded, that he would dismiss it so easily. If he was to make a wish, he was going to take it seriously -- and honestly, why not do so with actual consideration this year? Something meaningful, something... reflecting the newfound family that he's stumbled across. He's determined to believe it's a blessing in its own right.
And so, his wish. It flits across his mind in a less than a second, as sincere as it is plain.
I wish that I can be a good brother to Prompto. I hope I can make him feel like family.
And with that, he leans forward to blow out the candles.]
[prompto got the picture just in time, just before the candles went out. he grins excitedly, leaning onto the wall to flip the light switch on, looking down at his camera for the end result.]
I hope you actually made a wish.
[he sets the camera down momentarily, going over to pick at a knife and some plates. he's also getting the promised pasta from inside the oven; it's still warm, in its plastic container, and prompto brings it over to the table.]
Hungry? Oh, the beers.
[.......he's not 21 yet. don't ask how this happens. he returns from the fridge with two bottles, setting them down on the table.]
[He straightens, then looks at Prompto with a small grin. There's something knowing in it, but of course he'll not say what.]
Yeah, I did. Hopefully it comes true, too.
[He's going to take a plate and a knife, and he'll take it upon himself to cut the cake once the candles are taken care of. He eyes the beers, then asks:]
Some things are better best in the unknown. Life is full of mysteries. What's one more?
[he grins right back, opening one of the bottles and sliding it over; he does the same with the other. easily enough, he sits down and entertains the idea of lactose-induced pain for the sake of celebrating. that's why it's a small cake, so he wouldn't get tempted.]
[he picks up the candles from where cloud left them and pops one's end into his mouth, just to savor the chocolate.]
I never did ask. When exactly is your birthday? [he waits for cloud to drink]
[If you think he wouldn't cut a piece for Prompto and slide it over to him, gently, then you'd be very wrong. It's exactly what he does first, before cutting a second for himself, and then reaching over to eventually crack open a drink. He answers in the meanwhile.]
[prompto snickers, taking the offered slice of cake. he'll just skip the icing, okay?]
Did your dad call you?
[these questions about james... are innocent in their curiosity. prompto is genuinely curious about how cloud and james' relationship is like; father and son. there's no jealousy nor envy in his voice whenever he brings up these questions. he just wishes to live vicariously through cloud's experience.]
[he grabs the phone with one hand because it's a stupidly endearing picture. not--because of cloud or anything, but at every moment of thought that was put into the gag gift]
[he lets go soon enough, letting cloud have his phone back] Tell me you kept them!
[prompto simply offers a duh expression at his brother]
I was you, I'd be wearing those glasses at every single opportunity I could manage. Pretend nothing was off when people looked at me funny or asked 'bout it!
[Though it would honestly be pretty hilarious if he wore them to work one day. Alas, if only that were his personality type, to do such things on a whim.]
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It's silly, really, if he thinks about it. That he should make a wish here, much like a child would, expecting anything to come from it. And yet Cloud is not so cynical, not s jaded, that he would dismiss it so easily. If he was to make a wish, he was going to take it seriously -- and honestly, why not do so with actual consideration this year? Something meaningful, something... reflecting the newfound family that he's stumbled across. He's determined to believe it's a blessing in its own right.
And so, his wish. It flits across his mind in a less than a second, as sincere as it is plain.
I wish that I can be a good brother to Prompto. I hope I can make him feel like family.
And with that, he leans forward to blow out the candles.]
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I hope you actually made a wish.
[he sets the camera down momentarily, going over to pick at a knife and some plates. he's also getting the promised pasta from inside the oven; it's still warm, in its plastic container, and prompto brings it over to the table.]
Hungry? Oh, the beers.
[.......he's not 21 yet. don't ask how this happens. he returns from the fridge with two bottles, setting them down on the table.]
All good?
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Yeah, I did. Hopefully it comes true, too.
[He's going to take a plate and a knife, and he'll take it upon himself to cut the cake once the candles are taken care of. He eyes the beers, then asks:]
How'd you get a hold of those?
[Not that he seems to care. He's just curious.]
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[he grins right back, opening one of the bottles and sliding it over; he does the same with the other. easily enough, he sits down and entertains the idea of lactose-induced pain for the sake of celebrating. that's why it's a small cake, so he wouldn't get tempted.]
[he picks up the candles from where cloud left them and pops one's end into his mouth, just to savor the chocolate.]
I never did ask. When exactly is your birthday? [he waits for cloud to drink]
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August 11th. It was on a Friday this year.
[You know, random trivia.]
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[prompto snickers, taking the offered slice of cake. he'll just skip the icing, okay?]
Did your dad call you?
[these questions about james... are innocent in their curiosity. prompto is genuinely curious about how cloud and james' relationship is like; father and son. there's no jealousy nor envy in his voice whenever he brings up these questions. he just wishes to live vicariously through cloud's experience.]
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[Sliding a beer Prompto's way, too, so he can crack one open. Beer and birthday cake, what else does a pair of young men need for dinner? Nothing.]
He sent me one of those gag gifts... well, he just thought he was being funny. You wanna see it?
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Huh? Yeah, of course. I have this very limited idea of what your dad's like.
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It's a selfie of Cloud with pink shutter shades on.]
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Dude!
[he grabs the phone with one hand because it's a stupidly endearing picture. not--because of cloud or anything, but at every moment of thought that was put into the gag gift]
[he lets go soon enough, letting cloud have his phone back] Tell me you kept them!
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Yeah. Of course. Stupid gift or not, I can't throw away a birthday present.
[He takes the phone back, then slips it into his pocket.]
You wanna see?
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I was you, I'd be wearing those glasses at every single opportunity I could manage. Pretend nothing was off when people looked at me funny or asked 'bout it!
[he actually wouldn't but]
[he's not the one with the glasses]
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[Though it would honestly be pretty hilarious if he wore them to work one day. Alas, if only that were his personality type, to do such things on a whim.]
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[He considers this.]
I can wear them right now if you want to see them in person.
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[he's taking his phone out so he can film this]
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[he's recording starting NOW]
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[-he says as he goes to get it anyway. He comes back, but he hasn't put them on yet. They're grasped in his hands.]
Now he's just going to think I'm going crazy with boredom or something.
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[snickers] And I doubt this could be considered anything but excellent creative insight.
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[Unsure. But he slips on the shutter shades anyway. They're definitely a bright pink.]
Anyway... [Clears throat.] Ready?
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[super ready]
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Which is, basically staring blankly into the camera, and-]
You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.
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[prompto doesn't clap because he's holding the phone]
Nice Marlon Brando imitation! I thought you'd have been more of a James Dean kinda guy.
[he stops the recording, putting the phone down, sending it to cloud via the chat app] Your dad's gonna have a kick out of that, though I'll bet.
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Anyway, Cloud has to turn his head and cover his mouth from letting out an embarrassing laugh/scoff at that, so it doesn't catch on camera.]
You mean he's going to be impressed. I sounded just like him.
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