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[That calming emotional wave eases his nerves somewhat, as does the sounds of her voice in his head, and suddenly he can think a little clearer. His anxious energy dissipates almost immediately in favour of something just as joyful as hers.]

Oh! Awesome. Okay, cool. I really wanted you to enjoy yourself so... yeah, that's a relief.

[A bubbly chuckle echoes over their connection. ... And there Fuuka goes, helping him again. Just like that she's given him an easy transition into his question. He's beyond thankful, and the feeling nestles over them like a warm blanket.

He takes a second to bask in it, to collect his thoughts before he continues.]

I was-- well, that's actually why I called! I dunno if you're planning on going to that festival but I - I think maybe it'd be a lot more fun if we went together?

To the flower festival?

[Oh, that sounds like fun, but hold on, wasn't there a theme to it? ... besides flowers...

Wasn't it... matchmaking?

She suddenly bolts upright, speaking out loud as well as in her mind.]

A date?!

[Her sudden exclamation is followed by a horrified silence and a rush of embarrassment. She can feel her ears burning.

She just... said that, didn't she.]

[And then comes a hurried, flustered:]

I-I-I mean it's fine if it's not! I mean— [WHAT DOES SHE MEAN]

[There's an absolutely miserable noise from Fuuka as she flops against Jackson once more, her face beet red.]

Can you... forget I said anything?

[O merciful god, please come take her away...]

[The sudden ring of the word "date" in his head has him stuttering as well, and suddenly he's glad he decided to do this in his room and away from others. His cheeks darken even alone, but then he reminds himself: it kind of is a date, isn't it? At least, that was his intention.

Even if she'd requested they go as friends he would've been elated just to go with her in general. But he'd hoped, deep down, that it would be considered one. He just wants to make Fuuka as happy as she makes him.

The silence drags, a nervous energy forming that dissipates immediately as she breaks it. He can't help but project his quiet chuckle at her reaction, a slight apologetic and guilty tinge to it for having put her on the spot like that.]

Said what? I didn't hear anything. [She may not be able to see his smile, but it can definitely be heard in the way he speaks and felt in the supportive, reassuring wave he exudes over their telepathy.] So how 'bout it? Wanna go?

[She doesn't expect Prompto's casual response, and she barks out a laugh in response. Surprisingly, she isn't sure how to feel in response— thankful, disappointed? Somehow, she feels both.

...he's still offering, even after her mistake. So easily, too... perhaps she truly had read Prompto's words, his expressions wrong. Perhaps wanting this to be a date was just wishful thinking.

She can't bring herself to ask either way. She's shy, but on top of that... she doesn't want to be selfish. She certainly doesn't want to push Prompto away even if he doesn't have feelings for her, because he's a good friend, a wonderful friend, even... And he thought to invite her to the festival, because he enjoys her company.

...she realizes he hadn't even confirmed that he wasn't interested like that, but it was so easy to think Prompto had better choices, maybe even had someone he was already interested in. Goodness, it was a good thing that Prompto wasn't one to be offended by such things and taking it in such good grace, because she could have easily put her foot in her mouth, there.]

Yes. [Oh, that didn't sound sincere at all. She gives a bit of an apologetic laugh.] Sorry... [She pushes those depressing thoughts away and responds again, this time more warmly and cheerfully.] I'd love to, Prompto-san.

[Fuuka's laugh eases his nerves even further, the sound of it alone enough to chase away any hesitation and doubt. He thinks there's something off in her reply though, something a tad disappointed. And an apology? She has nothing to apologize for. More and more he's starting to understand Fuuka's mannerisms. She's just like he is... kind, insecure, shy and inexperienced. He can throw looks and words around all he wants but it isn't fair to Fuuka if he keeps dancing around the subject. If she's truly anything like him then it's just confusing to her; he's sending mixed signals.

He doesn't want that for her. He wants Fuuka to be happy, and even if it takes clearing the air to do that then he'll take his chances. At the end of the day her company will still bring him joy - it's what matters most to him. He treasures who she is, how she makes him feel and everything she's done for him. Rejection won't change that.

But she did say yes, didn't she? At least he's going off of some kind of hope here...]

Woo-hoo! [With that exclamation comes a rush of eager affection, something he can't contain. His cheeks burn, his chest swells, his pulse quickens... he's on a cloud, really.] Awesome - it's a date then!

[And it's his turn to be a little bold and impulsive, though unlike her he's aware of what he's saying. Fuuka and this feeling has that kind of effect on him.]

[Oh, that quite was an exclamation! And now... she is confused again, because why is he cheering about that of all things—

It's a date then!

She blinks, several times, then abruptly responds with:]

Wait, what?

[????? But he just— he didn't even bat an eye it felt like— and now he's saying—?????

Fuuka is getting some crazy emotional whiplash, here.

Let's just establish this once and for all—] I-it is a date?

[He laughs, though the nervous energy he's been giving off only amplifies at her question, having never truly abated even despite his growing feelings of confidence. He expected her reaction to be something like this and even so, he finds himself worrying at his lower lip. No turning back now!]

I, um... o-only if it's okay with you.

[...!!!

She's being asked out on a date. Someone actually wants to date her and it's Prompto.

Her face turns red all over again, and for a few moments there's shocked silence as her brain tries to catch up with this fact.

Prompto wants to date her. Prompto has feelings for her.

And finally, it bubbles out of her. Laughter. Partly in disbelief, partly in relief, but entirely in utter joy. She doesn't think it's entirely sunk in, yet. And honestly, that's probably a good thing. With any luck, she'll be able to respond to Prompto and end the conversation before she completely embarrasses herself.

... as if Prompto would mind, really. If he had been so encouraging of her display of joy while indulging in her hobby, surely he wouldn't mind her celebrating the fact the boy she had feelings for had feelings back for him. He'd probably appreciate it, even.]

I thought... [Prompto might not be able to see the way that she can't stop smiling, but it definitely carries over into her tone.] And here I was so worried about pushing my feelings unnecessarily onto you...

[With bated breath he awaits her reply and while part of him expected to receive a positive answer, given the way their conversation was heading, he hadn't quite expected that. She'd been worried in the same ways he'd been, concerned that maybe he'd been approaching all of it in the wrong way.

It's crazy to think, at least to Prompto, that this smart, kind and beautiful woman might see herself as pushing anything unnecessarily onto anyone. To him, she deserves everything good in the world - to be loved and supported unconditionally. Any guy would be lucky to have Fuuka. She may not realize that but Prompto certainly does.

And he realizes right now that he's lucky to be that guy, for however long he can be.

That thankful feeling permeates the air around him and it's strong enough to be felt even where she is. He laughs, overjoyed, unable to contain it or compose himself. If anyone here's going to embarrass themselves, it'll be him most likely.]

Fuuka, you're the most amazing girl I've ever met... and I've wanted to tell you that for a little while now. [It's so shocking to him how easy he's letting this slip, but that just means that what he feels is strong enough to overcome his insecurities. They're still there, lingering under the surface, but the fact that he can do this? It's invigorating, to say the least.]

But I-- I guess I was worried too.

Stooop!

[She says that, but the word's a delighted laugh in itself as she buries her face in her hands. Prompto, calling her the most amazing girl he's ever met. What flattery! And yet, she doesn't doubt his sincerity at all. She can't stop smiling giddily, feeling so light and happy and... goodness, she's excited!]

It's too much, I couldn't... possibly be... [She bites her lip, unable to keep the smile off her face. She would have been fine with Prompto just telling her that she was amazing, period. But the most amazing! She giggles again, unable to contain her joy. Prompto, what have you done to her!! She's completely lost her self control...

She finally calms down as she considers Prompto's last words, then smiles and responds to him.]

Prompto-san... you've never pushed anything on to me. You've been... so kind, so supportive, so wonderful... You're always so friendly and caring and considerate. You're...

You're amazing, too.

[His laughter heightens at her bashful reaction, so thrilled by the fact that he can make her happy like this. It's enough to completely overshadow the reaction he'd normally have as she lists off the traits that she finds amazing in him - self-doubt (you really think I'm doing okay?) for once not bogging him down.

His heart thumps against his chest with a feeling he's experienced on occasion, but never has it felt so genuine. He's determined, now more than ever before, to give Fuuka the best date she'll ever have.]

I guess that means we're gonna be the most amazing duo at the festival.

[Fuuka laughs again. She can't seem to stop... She feels so light and airy. Prompto likes her, Promtpo likes her. She's so ridiculously happy she can barely contain herself. Her happiness, too, keeps her from somehow protesting or otherwise dismissing the fact that her presence is somehow contributing to being "the most amazing duo at the festival".]

I guess it does.

[She's so excited. She has to get a dress! Maybe get her hair cut? Should she wear make-up? Oh, but this is just a festival, right? It's not like a dinner date or anything, they'll be spending more time participating in the attractions than looking at each other, right?]

So... [She gives a small hum, quiet but filled with joyful energy. Tomorrow. Tomorrow!! How is she going to get any sleep?] I'll see you tomorrow, then.

[Prompto's just as giddy, but it's manifesting in a more subdued way. He's... actually a little stunned, more than anything. It's just now dawning on him that he needs to prepare, pick an outfit out and get a little advice from his best bud.

He's been on dates before, but they've never gone well; his self-consciousness too heavy to shake, his lack of confidence too overpowering. With Fuuka though? He feels none of those things, only a light flutter in his chest. Tomorrow... he can hardly wait.]

Yeah, I'll see you then!

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