[CLOSED] Now I know I got to play my hand. What the winner don't know, a gambler understands.

[beatupgrass]

Who: Rocket (beatupgrass) & various others
What: A series of closed prompts for stuff Rocket is up to this month.
When: From September 1st to September 13th
Where: Various places.
Warning(s): Some vaguely alluded to cybernetic surgery. Will update as needed



[PROMPTS BELOW.]

Comments

[punshots]

[ The outburst catches him off-guard, and Prompto meets Rocket with a look of utter surprise. ]

- Huh? [ Oh, he hadn't meant - oh.

That fidgeting only ticks up another level, and now, Prompto can't even meet Rocket's eyes as he answers. ]

This one is, uh...pro bono. Not because I owe you, or anything. [ He swallows. ] That shit just doesn't...jive with me, man.

[ To say the freaking least. ]

[beatupgrass]

It shouldn't jive with anybody. [He hasn't backed down, but his expression is more suspicious now. He could walk away. He really could. But now he wants to know if Prompto has more of a vested interest in this.]

[punshots]

I...

[ It's not just that he doesn't wantto talk about it. It's that he doesn't talk about it, period. But learning what he has about Rocket has put him in a situation he's...never really been in before. As crazy as it sounds, Rocket is the first person he's ever met who's...like him.

Created in a lab, forged by men who would play god to achieve their own ends. A thing unintended to grow into a person, but, well. Here they are. ]

Look - can we just drop it, man? I - this all just...

[ An exasperated sigh. ]

Hits a little...close to home.

[ Literally. ]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket's suspicion slowly ebbs away, leaving him looking at Prompto in what might be a new light- it's a bit more understanding, a whole lot more confused. He's way more functional than someone like Rocket has any right to be.

But hey, everyone's got their own ways to cope, good or bad.

He lifts a hand to his ear and scratches, awkwardly.] All right, all right. Forget I said anything. And, uh, maybe this works out for both of us, I guess.

[punshots]

[ Obvious relief writes its way onto Prompto's features as Rocket backs off. He's got to...think about this more. He didn't expect to have this particular thing in common with Rocket, of all people, if he ever expected to have it in common with anyone at all. It's not the sort of origin he'd wish on his worst enemy.

So instead he nods nervously, gaze distant like he's still lost in all the thoughts in his head. ]

Y-yeah, it...just might. [ He starts to shuffle back. ] Anyway, I should...probably get going. You know. Work and...stuff.

[ And stuff. ]