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[thekissoflife]

 ((Note that Fuuka doesn't yet have a bird to take written messages, so any threads here will initially be a private telepathic conversation between Fuuka and your character.))

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[thekissoflife]

[He didn't respond today. It's eerily reminiscent of a couple of months ago, when Prompto temporarily went home. She— hopes that something similar happened again. Or perhaps he just overslept or got caught in something, or—

...?]

Noctis...?

[She thinks to ask him, but there's... she can feel that tired sadness over the connection, and her thoughts fly back to Prompto.

An icy coldness grips her heart. For a moment, she doesn't say anything. She doesn't want to ask the question, because she's afraid of the answer.

But maybe he wants to talk about something else. Her voice comes, hesitantly, softly.]

Of course.

[thatgoodnight]

Ok. Are you... at your shop? Or the bathhouse?

[Once he's got her location, Noct tells her he'll be there soon and heads over, double checking to make certain he has everything Prompto labeled with her name.

It's only once he's knocking on the door that he recalls that she probably doesn't know that he's been home for ten years and come back. But it's too late to give a heads up. He just hopes he's still recognizable enough despite the beard and older face.]

-- Fuuka? ... hey.

[Shit. How does he even start?]

[thekissoflife]

At the shop.

[Fuuka is adjusting a clock when Noctis arrives, and she looks over, giving a start.]

Oh, Noctis! You went home.

[Her eyes then fall on the things that he's carrying. For some reason, she feels her blood run cold.]

And what's... all this?

[thatgoodnight]

[His expression twitches into something of a grimace, as he shrugs.]

Yeah for a few days. [Well... a few days here time, anyway. He waits to answer her question, however, until he's come over to her counter and set the things down. He shuffles a little until he comes up with the right envelope and he holds it out to her first.]

I uh... that is... [He stops and swallows and looks away.] Prompto went home. [pause] Um... not like before. Name on the wall home. [Assuming she's taken the envelope, he rests his hands on the counter, curling his fingers into fists and digging the nails into his palms.] He left some letters and things for you, and I ... grabbed some extra photos of his I thought you might ... [might like to have. sorry - he's not really good at stuff like this so complete sentences are kind of hard.]

[thekissoflife]

[A few days... here, she assumes. He easily looks several years older now. She blinks at his faltering, reaching out and taking the envelope, and then her eyes widen a bit. Even before he continues to elaborate, she already knows what he means.

Prompto went home.

The air slowly dips in temperature around Fuuka while her mind and heart struggles to come to terms with this. And then, instinctively, she reaches out with her amulet to connect with Prompto.

Prompto?

The silence is deafening.

Prompto... please...

The air is rapidly cooling, more and more around her. She blinks, trying to focus instead on what Noctis was saying. She missed half of it, but... Oh, his photos...

.........Prompto?

Nothing.

Little bits of frost start to spiral from where her fingers are touching the envelope and she gasps, quickly moving to put it on the table lest she ruin it.

She lets out a breath, staring at it. She can feels her eyes start to well with tears.

Please come back.

But he was... gone. Back to his world.

The tears escape her eyes and run down her cheeks. They freeze before they even hit the ground, clinking against the floor. Her gaze remains fixed on the envelope as she speaks to Noctis, her words a mere whisper.]

Thank you.