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i appreciate his faith
(and his good taste)
but what's more important is

do you want to keep seeing me?

I...

I think
I owe you a coffee.

Because I took yours by mistake.

So yes.
I want to see you again.
I don't want to stop.

oh, you
haha
you really are a mastermind, huh~

yeah that one was mine
do u know how bitter the other one was
god
no milk or anything in it

but i drank it anyway cause i didn't want to freak u out
by telling u we kissed
indirectly
or yknow
at least shared cooties

so if u don't mind that ur infected now
i wanna see you again

A...mastermind?

The weight was off. It wasn't a full cup, because you'd already been drinking out of it. I thought you put milk and sugar in it because I was a girl. That's why I didn't say anything.

...

Next time don't be so indirect, Prompto Argentum.

nah i took you for a black coffee kind of girl
i'm not wrong, right

aha

so

are you asking me to directly kiss you, kyoko kirigiri?

You're not wrong. That cup was so sweet I thought my teeth would rot.

If you can't figure it out for yourself, then I'm not going to do it for you. 😉

i'll have u know
that i have all my teeth thx

you can check
when we kiss

Careful. I'm always thorough when I investigate.

guess i should give you a bit of a riddle to solve first, huh? make it worth it?

[It's already worth it that you're cheering up, she almost types, but that would throw off the rhythm of their banter, and that's not something she's willing to sacrifice right now.]

In other words, you're "sweetening the pot"? It seems as though you can't get enough of sweet things.

Let's have the riddle.

guess that's why i can't get enough of you~

how about the riddle of the argentum apartment?

[WELP. Walked right into that one.]

You're incorrigible.

Are you daring me to get past an apartment's security? Or just to locate it to begin with?

no, i'm prompto...
hehe 😊

i don't doubt you could get past security easily but
locating it without many hints would be a feat
right? there's a lot of different buildings

🤭🤭🤭

That sounds like an entertaining challenge. All right. Make it interesting.

ok
you have to find it by midnight tonight
if you do i'll kiss you when you get here

and if you don't
then i get to put ur hair
in the pigtail braids

When you put it like that, it sounds as though you win either way.

Do I need to bring my own brush?

i've got a brush

what do you want then?
if you win
since apparently a kiss isn't enough~

It's not competitive if you don't stand to lose something in return.

...

Do you own a sweatshirt? The kind with a hood.

woah
you wanna wear my clothes~?

( he is...absolutely grinning like an idiot at this. )

i don't have a sweatshirt yet
but i have a long-sleeved shirt
that i wear to bed sometimes
if you want that

...Every time I go in a store, the sales clerks are unhelpful.

I've just been making do with what I have for the moment.

[Is she dodging the question? MAYBE.]

tell you what
since it's my loss
you can go thru what i have
and pick out something you like
fair?

not like i'm gonna lose, but

Hmmm. I suppose we'll see, won't we?

But that seems fair. Braids if I lose, a loan if I win. And a kiss for showing up at all.

may the best genius win~ ✌️

[The funny thing is, she almost loses.

She doesn't lose, mind you, but it comes close. After all, it's not as though Prompto really gave her a lot to go on in terms of tracking him down, but she also isn't the Ultimate Detective for nothing. For example, she knows where he bought their midnight coffee, and so it stands to reason that the shop would fall somewhere between his apartment and the park where they met. It also stands to reason that he probably accepted the state-sanctioned housing the same as she did, which narrows it down to a reasonable area to scour.

What she could do is go break into — or, ahem, visit — the government office and see if they would just provide her with his address outright, but that would be cheating. So would be tracking him by the GPS in his device.

...In other words, if it gets to be 11:45 PM and she hasn't got him yet, then it's any solution goes, but she'd still at least like to work it out on her own merits.

It's 11:13 PM when she finds herself standing in the corridor outside a particular door, a carry-out cup of coffee in one hand and a bakery bag in the other, and rings the bell with her elbow while she idles with bated breath. The doorman had recognized the picture of Prompto that she'd shown him when she'd arrived, and the building directory had made quick work of the task of confirming it.

It's late. Late enough that there was a chance she wouldn't make it. But then, she wouldn't be Kyoko Kirigiri if she hadn't been able to work it out in the end.]

( there's really not enough to do in this apartment--and it's funny, really, that even amidst all the excitement of their journey, all of the wonder about seeing the sights on the road and all the different creatures and cities and food, even, there had been moments where he'd wanted to go back home. there had been times he'd wanted for a nice place to live in, a place to maybe start using film photography, learn how to develop, or maybe even how to cook something more than the menial little tasks that ignis gave him sometimes when he needed an extra set of hands. there's only so much a person can do when they're constantly on the road: and there's a comfort in having a place to call home. he'd always just thought of his friends as home. that's the safe place. not a physical room to store all his belongings.

so now, sure, in this city, he has just that: a single person's apartment, some loft thing that already came with furniture and silverware and everything he could need. he has space, finally, space for himself or for his hobbies, and what does he end up doing? taking up as little of it as possible. he sleeps in the bed, and spends an inordinate amount of time on the balcony looking at the sky, but he doesn't quite have that feeling of home yet. it still feels temporary. and what, he can't play his favorite mobile games here, so what's a guy to do? well: he has some books, and he has people to chat with, and he widdles down the time with that and going through his pictures and tidying up--the horror--but his eyes always go back to the clock.

is she gonna win? or lose? he's prepared to give her hints if she asks, but she doesn't. she takes up nearly the whole amount of time without even a word, and it's nearing midnight, and he thinks maybe he should call her up and tell her where to go. he thinks that, but the doorbell rings and his heart jumps into his throat--he peeks to look out the peep hole, but it's her, unmistakable as ever. and so-- )

How the hell did you do that? ( he says, warm and happy and almost on the verge of laughter, as he draws open the door. he's wearing a pair of black sweatpants, straight leg, and a grey t-shirt that's a few sizes too big on him, the front of it tucked vaguely into the band of his pants. immediately, before he can even hesitate, he leans in, takes her by her elbows, and pecks her a sweet kiss on the cheek; that's not her winning kiss, no, but it's a bonus, and when he draws back he sees her hands are full. ) Come in and tell me all about it, I gotta know how you managed.

( he's also immediately offering, as he leans into the door to hold it open for her-- ) Want me to take that for you?

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