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[petrifying]

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!!

Comments

[clickclickbang]

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.

[petrifying]

_{[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!

[clickclickbang]

[Score!]

Are you done eating for now?

[petrifying]

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?

[clickclickbang]

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

[petrifying]

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?

[clickclickbang]

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.

[petrifying]

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?

[clickclickbang]

[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.

[petrifying]

...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.]}

[clickclickbang]

...I mean she could, yeah, the house is big enough, but I grabbed one with a stable for her because I do not need a chocobo getting into the pantry. Iggy'd kill me.

[petrifying]

Oh...I guess that makes sense.

_{[A stable. For a chicken that you could ride. Of course.]}

It's probably better she has her own little house then.

[clickclickbang]

[SORRY EMIL he knows this is weird a lot of folks don't understand chocobos.]

Way better, though it's built for something called horses and I keep having to make adjustments and I am not that kinda handy.

[petrifying]

Oh! I know what horses are.

_{[He seems to light up at that - at least now he has a frame of reference that works better than just big rideable chicken.]}

I'm sure you've done a really good job though.

[clickclickbang]

I hope so.

[They make their way out to where Prompto has tied up Primula, who starts kweh-ing and flapping the moment she sees her human and a smaller human. Prompto laughs and goes over to calm her down.]

Easy, girl. Emil can't see you, so don't hit him or anything. Here, Emil, gimme your hand.

[petrifying]

_{[Prompto is easy enough to follow as he listens eagerly to trail and track his footsteps. It comes second nature to Emil, so much so he walks easily beside the other boy as if he weren't blind in the first place. When they do near where Prompto's trusty steed-er...bird is tied up, Emil can't help but jump a little at the sound she makes. He shakes it off though, stretching out a hand gingerly when he's instructed to.]}

Oh um...here?

[clickclickbang]

[And Prim just

Sticks her head under Emil's hand, warbling for pets. Pet her! Pet her!!]

[petrifying]

_{[She doesn't have to do much to convince him to pet her, for as soon as he feels the fluffy feathers of a warm, kwehing bird under his hands he can't help but brighten with uncontrollable delight.]}

Ohh, she's so soft! Hello there aha!

_{[Looks like Emil's making a new friend.]}

[clickclickbang]

Isn't she?

[Pets!!!! All the pets!!!]

Also spoiled rotten, because everyone loves her and wants to give her t-r-e-a-t-s. And other things she can put in her beak.

[petrifying]

_{[Which, y'know what? Is totally valid.]}

I'm not surprised. Oh um, Prompto? Can I ask you a silly question? What color is she?

_{[Chickens can be a lot of different colors, after all, so why not giant ones?]}

[clickclickbang]

Dude, that's not silly. She's like...whitish yellow? Mostly yellow, but kinda pale.

[petrifying]

Sounds pretty.

_{[No really, it does. Gently he strokes the top of her head, feeling down to where her beak begins. He rubs there too, finding the smoothness of it interesting to the touch in contrast to her feathers.]}

I think I've got a better idea of what she looks like now.

[clickclickbang]

Yeah. Hopefully you'll be able to get that blindfold off soon and see her for real.

[petrifying]

I really hope so!

_{[He wants to see her badly now - his imagination can only do so much.]}

[clickclickbang]

[...idea.]

Hey, do you turn objects to stone?