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[ Cue the video feed, which begins with a way-too-close-up of Prompto's face. What can be seen of his face, which is mostly just his eyes and freckled nose, looks excited as hell. This is sort of an impromptu broadcast, but he can't not share this. This is a big, big moment for him.

Everything is about to freakin' change. ]

Heyaz! It's ya boy, Prompto. [ ......... ] Uh, so, y'know that special magic chalk you can get from the Ware Wolf guy? Oh, shit, is that supposed to be on the DL? A-anyway. I got some of that biz, aaaaand now — well, I'll just let it speak for itself.

[ The video then turns away from Prompto's face and to a chalk drawing on the ground: a near-complete rendering of a chocobo inside of circle. That's it. It's literally just a poorly-drawn chocobo inside of a circle, with a bit of its tail missing. It'd been near completion when he decided to share this monumental moment with everyone he possibly could, and he still holds a piece of the chalk in his hand, ready to finish off the last of the drawing. Let's all beseech the summoning gods to not bring forth a chocobo as disfigured as the one that Prompto drew, but its shape is at least recognizable to those who are familiar with the species. ]

Bam. Check it! If this actually works, I'm gonna be the proud papa of a brand new chocobo! One that's alllll my own! But I'll let you guys ride it, if you ask nicely.

[ Anyway, enough chit-chat, it's time for action!!! As he squats down near the drawing again, the feed catches him drawing the last bit of the chocobo's tail. For a moment that stretches into eons, nothing happens, but then —

There's a flash of light that temporarily blocks out anything from come through on the video, but as it begins to fade, there is the distinct, unmistakable sound of a kweh.

In the center of the crudely-drawn-but-apparently-effective summoning circle stands a majestic, bright yellow chocobo. ]

Holyyyyyyy shit! It actually — a-are you guys seeing this? It actually worked! Holy shit, he — she?? She's beautiful, have you ever seen a more fluffy, sweet, perfect animal in the whole wide multiverse?! C'mere — wait, what am I gonna name it? I gotta name it —

[ ...The chocobo turns and starts to trot away. Bye! ]

— aaaand it's leaving. Okay, uhhhh, leave me some name suggestions, look forward to my 24-hour livestream of chocobo life coming at'chu soon! Crap—

[ And the video feed cuts off as he breaks into a run to catch his wayward son or daughter. ]

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[ Props to Gladio for doing him a solid there, even if Prompto will give his incompetence away soon enough. But really, the chocobo won't want for any attention — he's going to give it all too much attention, honestly, and that's going to be where the problems arise. ]

Great! Then it's a choco-date. We've got a photoshoot real quick here in the groves [ of course they do ], but how about we stop by after that?

[ That will also give Ignis some time to prepare for Prompto attempting to bring a chocobo inside the apartment. ]

[ Not really sure just what kind of preparing needs to be done... carrying out all the furniture and putting down plastic all over the floor?? But no, really odds are he won't do much of anything other than ask Gladio to hide breakable items. ]

She must feel quite the celebrity at the moment. Very well, I'll be waiting. It'll give me time to prepare a few greens for your company.

[ Surprisingly, he did shopping (with assistance), so there is a head of lettuce in the fridge he can pull out and wash up. ]

[ Ignis sure knows how to welcome a chocobo, even if he didn't know said chocobo was coming. ]

Really? She's gonna be thrilled! [ Then, with the sound of his voice turning away from the watch: ] Hear that? Granny Iggy is gonna make you a nice salad!

[ Granny Iggy.... ]

Alright, be there in a few jiffs. See ya then!

[ And true to his word, Prompto is indeed there a few jiffs later, letting himself in, but fortunately leaving the chocobo at the door...for now. ]

The party has arrived!

[ The bird is the party, not him. ]

[ "Granny Iggy............"

Guess who's not getting their favorite salad when they visit. :/

Prompto makes himself present with plenty of gusto, and Ignis sets aside the bowl of lettuce leafs he's pulled free from the batch, rinsing his hands then drying them off as he calls back. ]

Oh, I'm afraid that can't be allowed. Granny Iggy is too old for partying these days.

[ It was supposed to be a compliment?! Who wouldn't want to be a grandma, to a chocobo, especially...

After guiding the chocobo somewhat precariously through the door, Prompto tell her to wait there (we'll see how well that goes over) before heading into the kitchen to greet the granny himself. Who apparently hasn't taken to the nickname, though Prompto can't see what there is to be offended about. ]

What, you wanna knit or listen to the radio instead? That can be arranged!

[ Even in fatherhood, Prompto is still a little shit. He claps Ignis right between the shoulders. ]

[ Now would be an excellent time to throw Prompto one of those patented, "If you were not one of my most trusted companions you would be gutted in this spot". Instead Ignis's lips twist into a mirthful smile as he huffs a laugh. ]

Sounds like a lovely evening. Find us a pair of rocking chairs so you may join me.

[ There's a quiet grunt at the slap to his back, and while he could chide Prompto to be more gentle, he rather missed that playful exuberance of his.

Afterall, it only feels like yesterday that it was himself with Gladio and Noctis desperately searching for him, worrying nearly to death for his safety. ]

Have you thought of a name for your feathered friend? [ Ignis reaches for him, trying to seek an arm or a shoulder as he tilts his head, trying to listen for the Chocobo in case its been brought into the apartment. ]

[ For Prompto, those memories feel like a lifetime away now, but he hasn't forgotten them, could never forget them, how it felt to be stranded, alone, strung up like bait in Zegnautus...but then to hear the approaching voices of his friends at long last. His love for the three of them hasn't dimmed since then, since they rescued him, and turned around and accepted him even after learning of the lie he'd been living.

Difficult as Ignis' new memories might be, they are such important ones, too, ones that forged their bonds into something even stronger than they were before. He would be more than happy to sit in a pair of rocking chairs with Ignis for hours on end.

But they both know that, so he doesn't need to give it voice. Instead, he steps closer so Ignis' hand catches his shoulder. As for the chocobo, he may hear some rustling of feathers from the front room, but it doesn't seem the chocobo is too far into the apartment yet... ]

Not yet, but I'm thinkin' of something food-related. You're kinda the king of that — got any suggestions?

Lets see now... Roast? Rotisserie? Fried? Ah, no, Drumstick would be quite adorable, wouldn't you agree?

[ It's hard to tell whether Ignis is even being serious or not. Then again, with his sense of humor, that's easy enough to answer. ]

[ That dry, matter-of-fact tone doesn't fool him! Though that doesn't stop Prompto from shooting Ignis a look, and nudging him in the side of his arm with his elbow. ]

C'mon, you know I can name my firstborn something like that! Then I'll just be hungry every time I look at her...

[ And no one needs that. ]

But we can worry about that later. What'd you rustle up?

[ That look sadly meets a blind eye, literally, but Ignis does chuckle when he's nudged. ]

The poor thing would be none the wiser at that. Though perhaps we should be thankful Chocobos do not have a full understanding of the human language.

[ Imagine knowing you've been named after food. Food made specifically out of your own species. That'd be insulting, to say the least. ]

Ah, yes, I prepared a salad. Nothing special, simply a bowl of lettuce. I'm not sure how Chocobos favor different greens, so we'll have to see if it's to her liking. Please bring the bowl from the kitchen, it's on the counter.

Whatever's in it, I'm sure she'll like it, 'cause you made it!

[ Sure, maybe this is only Ignis' first time meeting the chocobo, and it's not like Prompto has known her for all that long himself, but anyone who's a friend of his is a friend of the chocobo's. Also, he can't imagine they're especially picky, so long as greens are involved. Humming an all-too-familiar tune lightly, he picks up the bowl and carries it over to the entryway where the chocobo awaits.

...Of course, as soon as the bird spots Prompto approaching with a bowl full of greens, she kwehs joyfully and trots at a high speed towards him. ]

W-w-wait, hold on, hold—

[ But the chocobo will hold for nothing, instead careening right into him and knocking the bowl out of his hands. Prompto lands in a heap with a yelp, while the chocobo feasts on the scattered greens. ]

Sooooo it's a hit!

[ Ignis can only laugh. You don't exactly own up to anything in relation to a lettuce. You don't make a salad like you do a soup or a steak or even a sandwich. But he'll be flattered anyway. ]

I can only hope someone in this apartment will eat a few vegetables I've prepared.

[ He can hear Prompto stepping away, followed by the excited sounds of the Chocobo. Goodness, it feels like forever since he heard that familiar "kweh". Ignis can't fight the smile from his face even as he waits, unsure if anything will even be eaten, and after a few flustered sputtering from Prompto's end he hears the bowl drop.

Ignis startles, his pulse somewhat jumps for a moment and he reaches out a hand as if to search for Prompto but all he finds is air.

Then he hears his voice again, directed below for some reason? He lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. ]

Are you all right, Prompto?

[ Startled as he might have been by the charging chocobo, Prompto picks himself up off the floor soon enough, chuckling as he reaches out to clap a hand to Ignis' shoulder. If he had intended to win the chocobo's favor by feeding her something she likes, then it might have worked a little too well... ]

Never better, Iggy. Though the chocobo miiiiight just fight Noct to call you her personal chef.

[ Wouldn't that be quite the sight, a chocobo fighting with Noctis for the honor of having Ignis as a chef. But the bird does seem pleased with the salad, gobbling up the contents of the bowl from where they fell scattered on the floor. ]

Don't worry, I bet she'll take care of the clean-up, too. She's not leavin' anything behind...

Quite the commodity I've become. [ First Aranea, now a Chocobo. He's like a celebrity chef at this point. Honestly why isn't he getting paid for the amount of business he can wrack in? ]

I'm afraid I am still held upon royal retainer, but of course, I can make exceptions for exemplary individuals who eat all their greens.

[ And he can hear it now, the tap tap of the Chocobo's beak against the floor as she pecks up all those scattered leafy greens. He should have probably made more and put it in a bigger bowl, it sounds like she may very well want seconds. ]

[ It's true, the chocobo puts the rest of them to absolute shame. Even Prompto, who has a healthy appreciation for greens on his own. But the remnants of that salad are gone mere seconds later, and the bird kwehs once again, before fluttering her feathers and butting her head lightly to Ignis' shoulder. ]

Ohhhh, she definitely likes you. I had to seriously butter her up before she would do that to me!

[ Or maybe the way to a chocobo's heart is just through its stomach. ]

Anyway, uh — Iggy, meet...the-yet-to-be-named-Chocobo. Chocobo, Iggy.

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