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Name: Emil
Date: Aguril 2nd
Format: Voice to Text...yeah. :')

hello HELLO helloOOH is this workinggg???
Maybe???
Eyee hope so I can't fix my mistakes soooo
HI!!!!! I'm Emil! I was told that if I want to write a letter to every won that I have to talk at this
Magic device
Thing
Pretty cool!!! If it works since I'm no good at typing things
It's hard to type when you cant sea anything hahaha
If YOU can see this please reply let's be friends! Even if you are grumpy I'll be your friend

Bye bye!!

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Oh! Not at all! I would really like that.

Be right there! Hope you like curry.

Okay!

_{[It's only after the feed is cut that Emil realizes, belatedly, that Prompto doesn't know what he looks like. Sure, Emil doesn't have to know stuff like that but Prompto probably would find that, well, useful information.

He never really told him specifically where he was either. Not that he really knows very well himself but, again, probably would've been helpful.

Oops.

So, instead of staying put inside a room that Prompto probably won't be able to find lest he badger the student body, Emil carefully makes his way out of it, counting his steps as he's used to doing and hoping he can manage to find his way to the courtyard. With a few helpful guides from fellow Witches he's seated on a bench, hoping that Prompto might find him in all his bandaged glory.]}

[Honestly Prompto just had to ask a Witch if she knew where a boy with bandages on his eyes was. Didn't even need a name, just went "oh, Emil" and bam.

Prompto approaches, careful to make his footsteps a bit louder than they might otherwise be so Emil can hear him coming before he speaks.]

Emil?

_{[Looks like he's got a bit of a reputation...but then again when you're wandering around blindly you're going to get one.

The sound of footsteps coming his direction is easily picked up on, his sensitive hearing fixating on Prompto's gait. After so much time and practice in having to use his ears as his eyes he's able to pick out traits about the person said footsteps belong to. Sure, he may not know it's Prompto yet, at least until he opens his mouth, but he can tell his height, gender, general build, even rough age from what he hears. Sure, he doesn't know what Prompto looks like, but at least he's managed to paint himself somewhat of a picture in his mind.

Hearing his name called has him lighting up, a hand shooting up as he waves in Prompto's direction. Oh good, he had managed to find him.]}

Oh, hey! You found me! You must be pretty good at hide-and-seek, huh.

So long as no one cheats and goes up high, yeah!

[Prompto laughs and sits down next to Emil, setting the box of food nearby.]

The box is on your left. There's curry, bread, and some cupcakes I got on the way over, top to bottom in the boxes. Silverware's tucked into the side of the top box.

Oh wow, thanks! It sounds super good!

_{[With the detailed instructions, Emil doesn't find any trouble in feeling for the box, only to pop off the lid of the first one and take out a fork. Gingerly he taps along the edge of the container, before letting the prongs sink down. He makes sure to lift the box close to his face, lest he spill on himself, but it's clear he's well practiced and doesn't make a mess. Too bad Prompto can't see his eyes light up with delight at the taste. Sure, it's a bit spicy, but that doesn't make it bad in the slightest.]}

Mmm-! It's soo good!

Isn't it? Iggy's seriously the best cook ever, the guy can five star meals over a campfire. It's nuts.

That's really impressive!

_{[No really, it is. Color Emil impressed! Not that it takes much to impress him but, y'know. The sentiment is there.]}

Is that his job? A cook?

Nope, he's Noct's aide and like. Probably counts as a politician? He just cooks a lot.

Noct is your friend, right?

_{[A politician though? That's pretty wild.]}

Oh wow...he must be really important then.

Yeah! He's prince, or I guess king now? Of Lucis. But don't treat him like he's royalty, he hates it.

It's probably pretty lonely, being a prince or king...at least I'd think it would be.

_{[There's a thoughtful smile then out of the petite boy.]}

He must be really happy to have a friend like you then.

I hope so.

[Emil is a good kid. Who would ever wanna hurt him?]

Hey, d'you like animals?

Oh yes! I do.

_{[Honestly who doesn't?]}

I think you'd have to be kind of a little weird if you didn't.

Edited 2019-08-14 00:08 (UTC)

Mood. But I've got a chocobo--think really big rideable chicken and you're halfway there--if you wanna meet her? She's tied up outside the coven.

_{[Even without his eyes on display, the surprise on Emil's face is easily recognizable.]}

A...chocobo?

_{[Literally what? He holds off in taking another forkful of curry because yeah, this is pretty important information.]}

She's that big? _{[Rideable, Promto had said.]} I'd love to meet her!

[Score!]

Are you done eating for now?

Oh uh, yes!

_{[He still has the other parts of the meal left but he can save those for later. Carefully packing up everything he'd been given (since honestly meeting this giant chicken is more exciting than eating right now) he readies himself to go on an adventure to meet Prompto's chocobo.]}

Do you think she'll like me?

Probably. She likes people alright, especially if they have food. You don't, but she can deal, she kept trying to eat flowers earlier.

Hehe...

_{[The mental image he's cooking up has him laughing quietly to himself, lips tugged upwards at the corners.]}

Does she have a favourite flower?

Lots.

[He snickers.]

She just likes food. All the garlands they had up for a festival last month was like the ultimate taunt for her. So many delicious things, and I didn't let her eat 'em.

Ahh...poor chocobo!

_{[Poor, big chicken indeed. Temptation is always hard to resist, after all, especially for those who are motivated by tasty treats. Giving his legs a few swings over the edge of the bench he finally slips off, making sure to hold the bag with the container of leftovers he'd been given carefully.]}

Maybe we should bring her a treat?

[Prompto hops up as well, shoving one hand in his pocket.]

Nah, she'll get one when we get home. I'm trying to find stuff that's close to what she'd eat back on Eos and I think I found it.

...Does she fit in your house?

_{[Sorry for the look he's giving you but yes, Emil is quite literally imagining a giant chicken making itself at home inside, well, a home.]}

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