video;

[punshots]

[ 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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[tayoru]

[ 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.

[punshots]

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!

[tayoru]

[ 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?

[punshots]

[ 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...

[tayoru]

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. ]

[punshots]

[ 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.