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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]

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.