[It's pretty late at night when Prompto receives a text from a familiar username.
Can it even be called a text if there are no words? Okay, scratch that, he gets a picture.
It's the candid sort, obviously taken without any previous posing - or really, without the subjects knowledge that it was even being taken. It's of a certain cute blond, leaning over a table filled with different papers and projects, hair pulled back into a bun with a few strands hanging into his face and the first few buttons of his shirt left open.
Leonardo looks exceptionally good in this photo, the soft lighting and him being in his element.
A few minutes later there will be a text, although honestly it can't really be called that either.]
[ okay, first of all, rude. second of all, prompto just stares at the pic for a while in an attempt to figure out why. why is ezio torturing him like this? why is he being sent things he'd never thought he'd ever get to see his entire life outside of the games? is this some kind of torture?
oh well. he immediately saves it and texts back. ]
[ of course he's bad at it. he still doesn't think he's worth this kind of attention. ]
uh yeah sure i guess i can do that wonder if i should throw a filter on it...
[ but he decides to go for something casual and upbeat, lounging on a seat with his head tipped to the side and angled just right. he's also thrown his fingers up into the typical 'v', his smile casual because he doesn't want to look desperate. ]
[The picture Prompto gets back is of Leonardo clearly turning away from the camera, his cheeks as red as his signature hat. Apparently he approves of the picture.]
text; un; auditore
Can it even be called a text if there are no words? Okay, scratch that, he gets a picture.
It's the candid sort, obviously taken without any previous posing - or really, without the subjects knowledge that it was even being taken. It's of a certain cute blond, leaning over a table filled with different papers and projects, hair pulled back into a bun with a few strands hanging into his face and the first few buttons of his shirt left open.
Leonardo looks exceptionally good in this photo, the soft lighting and him being in his element.
A few minutes later there will be a text, although honestly it can't really be called that either.]
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oh well. he immediately saves it and texts back. ]
does he know you're sending me pics of him??
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He knows that I took it.
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pretty sneaky if you ask me
[ he's just teasing. sort of. he still honestly can't believe anyone like leonardo or even ezio would be interested in him. ]
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[Except it usually includes a lot more murder and far less match making.]
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that's not all of what you do
ummmm
[ he pauses, practically sweating over the next message he types. ]
tell him i said hi
i mean if you want
if that's cool
it's probably not so never mind
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i don't want it to be weird or anything
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just randomly without any reason to it
even tho there is a reason since you sent me a pic
[ just going to casually pretend ezio didn't say the words when you like someone. ]
anyway yeah
thanks for sending it to me
i love getting pics
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My gosh.
You are really bad at this Prompto. You poor thing.]
I will tell him that I was seaking to you.
[See? He has your back.]
Send me one in return. I will show to him and tell you how he reacts.
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uh yeah sure
i guess i can do that
wonder if i should throw a filter on it...
[ but he decides to go for something casual and upbeat, lounging on a seat with his head tipped to the side and angled just right. he's also thrown his fingers up into the typical 'v', his smile casual because he doesn't want to look desperate. ]
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but i'll take it as good....
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you're really into this aren't you?
[ he means the whole "hooking him up with leonardo" thing, but it could literally be anything. ]
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haha i'm kidding
i'll do whatever i can
he's a cool guy
[ more than cool, but ยฏ\_(ใ)_/ยฏ ]