[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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[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.