[there's— some of that feeling which pushes through the empathy bond, journeying from his hand to his chest, alight in the blue glow. the sadness that comes from harboring those one holds close even if they're gone.]
[it might be a little too much for prompto, who— slightly abruptly —takes his hand back. he uses it to rub at his eyes, a helplessly loud sniffle as he picks up his slouch and straightens his back.]
It's suspicious if our chest are all glow-y and stuff.
[he frowns; he's not used to physical touch nor comfort, and he's obviously very paranoid about the whole being displaced situation. sure has been here for a couple of months.]
Sorry. [is what's muttered, instead, biting down the inside of his cheek.] It's not like they're dead. I need to get a grip.
[it was the combined efforts of prompto's own pain and the one jon projected through his touch, pain which he seems to keep bottled up for himself alone, which caused the grief to rise further up. he simply shakes his head and shrugs, deciding to press face to his palm, taking on a stance despite the circumstances.]
It's no big.
[jon's only trying his best to help.]
It kinda makes sense to be upset at a bar, right? Great chance to drink it all away, as they say.
[this is where he attempts for a smile and a more relaxed posture.]
Don't think I'll actually drink myself to the point of getting really messed up. Maybe you guys got orange juice? [he is not joking] Hey, does this place got one of those VR dart target boards?
[he's turning around on the stool, looking around to see if he can find his current whim and desire.]
[aw, bummer. he watches the darts longingly before turning back around on the stool to face jon, seemingly a little more enthused—maybe he just knows how to play it like a fool easy enough.]
Seriously! Alright, gimme a minute to brace myself. I'm a big fan of lemonade, you know!
[the wholesomest boy to ever wholesome]
But, when you get a break, we gotta do the darts stuff. Just one game!
[he looks up at the menu, half curious, and finds his smile widening more. it's sweet in a reassuring kind of way. how good for his friends to have people they love around.]
Right. Hold that thought—
[and there goes his brave attempt, picking up his glass of beer and bringing it up to his lips, eyes closed as he chugs down the liquid without taking a break to breathe. he's going hard or going home.]
[he's got a finger up as if pausing their conversation, and it's clear from the frown on his face that he isn't entirely a fan. soon, however, prompto breaks away to breathe, his glass now empty.]
Bleugh!
[still not a fan—but probably also not the way to drink this.]
[at the hair color reference. prompto more than gladly takes the lemonade and takes a slow sip of it, happy to clear his palate from the taste of beer.]
—hm, honey? In beer? That's just weird.
How come you know so much about beer? Other than it being your job, I mean. You're not that much older than me. Do I get knowledge on beers and drinks soon as I turn certain age?
[it was HARD WORK, googling all these things when you're not used to google...]
And I tasted all we had here, wrote down what I thought of each. The names they give them...aren't much to go by. I have to know what I'm serving. Oftentimes people will tell me what they're looking for, and I'll have to find it.
[he chokes a little on the drink. oh gods, the fact that someone considers his picture-taking as "work" is equal parts flattering and equal parts mortifying. mostly because he actually wishes he could say that it was his job—yet it isn't.]
Uh...
[also, the vent adventure is enough to make him feel a little embarrassed altogether.]
I work as an electrician. In training, mostly. For the trains and trams and stuff. [his clarification is not a super good one, but.] I'm pretty small so I fit into the vents when we need to reach a control panel or something. I only got lost the one time!
[prompto is useless at beer, really.] But, I mean, people tend to favor the kind of jobs they're good at, right? It's not like I could do your job well enough, or be a doctor for a day. That's just not part of my skills set. I just like technology so I got a bit of a head start on the knowledge department cuz of that. I'm still learning, anyway.
[this is how prompto tries to make himself seem uncool about his job.]
So, you don't gotta start anywhere. Let other people do it. [he nods, and takes another sip of his drink. it's growing on him.] Best way society can run, really.
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[it might be a little too much for prompto, who— slightly abruptly —takes his hand back. he uses it to rub at his eyes, a helplessly loud sniffle as he picks up his slouch and straightens his back.]
It's suspicious if our chest are all glow-y and stuff.
[he frowns; he's not used to physical touch nor comfort, and he's obviously very paranoid about the whole being displaced situation. sure has been here for a couple of months.]
Sorry. [is what's muttered, instead, biting down the inside of his cheek.] It's not like they're dead. I need to get a grip.
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Sorry--I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean to--you have every right to mourn.
[it doesn't help that he's used to thicker clothing than this. he has exhausted all his usual avenues of comfort and now he doesn't know what to do.]
Arya was safe enough at home, but I miss her still. I know Sansa does as well.
[it doesn't help how unhappy she seemed to be with the faceless men.]
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It's no big.
[jon's only trying his best to help.]
It kinda makes sense to be upset at a bar, right? Great chance to drink it all away, as they say.
[not that he's going to.]
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I don't think it works. But I'll fill your cup. I won't let you drink yourself sick, though.
[he'll just...be here. he wishes there was more he could do.]
And I'll see you home safely, I promise.
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[this is where he attempts for a smile and a more relaxed posture.]
Don't think I'll actually drink myself to the point of getting really messed up. Maybe you guys got orange juice? [he is not joking] Hey, does this place got one of those VR dart target boards?
[he's turning around on the stool, looking around to see if he can find his current whim and desire.]
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Aye, orange juice, lemonsweet, cranberry...for the vodka and gin.
[is prompto trying to order another drink? there are darts, but some old men are having a contest]
Finish your beer and I'll make you a juice drink.
[honestly prompto that is probably coming out of his paycheck.]
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Seriously! Alright, gimme a minute to brace myself. I'm a big fan of lemonade, you know!
[the wholesomest boy to ever wholesome]
But, when you get a break, we gotta do the darts stuff. Just one game!
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So is Sansa. I made up a drink for her of lemonsweet and arbor--gold wine.
[if he looks at the menu he'll see a very small list of specialty cocktails, including 'the sansa: lemonsweet and house gold.']
There's darts on line, you know. We could play at the--house, if you wanted. Anytime.
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[he looks up at the menu, half curious, and finds his smile widening more. it's sweet in a reassuring kind of way. how good for his friends to have people they love around.]
Right. Hold that thought—
[and there goes his brave attempt, picking up his glass of beer and bringing it up to his lips, eyes closed as he chugs down the liquid without taking a break to breathe. he's going hard or going home.]
[he's got a finger up as if pausing their conversation, and it's clear from the frown on his face that he isn't entirely a fan. soon, however, prompto breaks away to breathe, his glass now empty.]
Bleugh!
[still not a fan—but probably also not the way to drink this.]
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a few people turn to watch as it becomes clear he intends to chug the entire pint. one person claps when he finishes.]
That was a good blonde ale.
[not a two dollar pbr!!! jon shakes his head.]
Do you want your lemonsweet now, or should I wait 'til you get thirsty again?
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Just whatever gets this taste offa me.
[smiling shakily at the other patrons and raising a hand in half-hearted thanks, pushing the glass over towards jon.]
What's a blond ale 'nyway?
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It matches your hair.
[he starts to reach his hand like he's going to tug a lock, but prompto's head is too far away, so he drops it.]
It's supposed to be easy to drink. Well-rounded. Not too many hops on the tongue.
[some of the ipas here....it seems like people are competing to make the worst tasting beer.]
This one had honey in it.
[he sets about cleaning prompto's pint glass.]
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[at the hair color reference. prompto more than gladly takes the lemonade and takes a slow sip of it, happy to clear his palate from the taste of beer.]
—hm, honey? In beer? That's just weird.
How come you know so much about beer? Other than it being your job, I mean. You're not that much older than me. Do I get knowledge on beers and drinks soon as I turn certain age?
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I read about it. For my job.
[it was HARD WORK, googling all these things when you're not used to google...]
And I tasted all we had here, wrote down what I thought of each. The names they give them...aren't much to go by. I have to know what I'm serving. Oftentimes people will tell me what they're looking for, and I'll have to find it.
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Yeah, drinks are kinda weird like that.
You like this kinda job?
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I don't mind it.
[mixing drinks was probably the easiest of his stewarding duties. everything else he learned to do was useless or illegal here.]
What do you do for work? Besides the pictures. Sansa said you were stuck in a vent.
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Uh...
[also, the vent adventure is enough to make him feel a little embarrassed altogether.]
I work as an electrician. In training, mostly. For the trains and trams and stuff. [his clarification is not a super good one, but.] I'm pretty small so I fit into the vents when we need to reach a control panel or something. I only got lost the one time!
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You must know more about beer than I do about about electricity.
[literally all jon knows is that it's the same as lightning and it makes things go, somehow??]
I wouldn't know where to start with a job like that.
[he probably couldn't fit in the vents, either.]
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[prompto is useless at beer, really.] But, I mean, people tend to favor the kind of jobs they're good at, right? It's not like I could do your job well enough, or be a doctor for a day. That's just not part of my skills set. I just like technology so I got a bit of a head start on the knowledge department cuz of that. I'm still learning, anyway.
[this is how prompto tries to make himself seem uncool about his job.]
So, you don't gotta start anywhere. Let other people do it. [he nods, and takes another sip of his drink. it's growing on him.] Best way society can run, really.