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[ Look, he's not saying that can't eat any now, just that maybe they shouldn't gorge themselves...though does he trust her to know when to stop... ]

Weeeeeell, if you wanna try anyway, I booked us a class doing this...glassblowing thingy? Dunno, it seemed pretty cool.

[ He's try to sound casual about it so she doesn't feel pressured, but it's clear he's restraining himself. It sounds like a really cute date, okay...!!! ]

[ well alisaie has certainly never tried glassblowing before, but she does know what it is, of course, it's at like every renaissance faire so it must be ye oldey. mostly, though, she's just touched that he would go out of his way to plan something nice for them to do together. not that they don't go on cute dates all the time, but they're usually spontaneous. it's cute when he thinks ahead for them.

her smile warms. ]

Well, I cannot guarantee that I will show any great aptitude, but I would love to try, yes.

[ it does in fact seem pretty cool!! ]

[ Hey, it's not like Prompto is any great artisan when he's not behind a camera, so at least if she fails at it, they fail together, most likely. In any case, at her response, his smile positively beams — he had a feeling she might be into the idea, if only because it is a little more structured than how they usual do their dates. ]

Great! Don't worry, I bet you're a natural at blowin'. [ ... ] But first —

[ He opens the top box of doughnuts on the table, before picking it up and turning to face her with it. ]

It'd be a shame to leave without trying one first, don't you think?

[ ah. well he has certainly never complained about her blowin' before, that's for sure. not that it takes a great deal of skill or anything, but whatever!!

he's so sweet to think of her and her love for these doughnuts, though.. what a good man. alisaie smiles, biting her lip, and peers into the box as he flips it open, sweeping her eyes over the treats within. how can she decide?? she could no sooner choose a favorite star in the sky..

.. but in the end she chooses a purplish looking doughnut, blueberry flavored with thick jam inside, richly frosted with sweet cream cheese on top. ]

Well, I shall need energy for all that.. blowin' to come.

[ Even if he was the one to bring up the subject of blowing, he can't help a snort of laughter, which comes a moment before he bites into the doughnut he's chosen (one with a nice lemon drizzle). Good thing, too — they almost had a choking situation on their hands.

But given the extra moment to consider his doughnut, Prompto hums before tipping it down to bump against Alisaie's. It's a doughnut toast, or something. ]

Cheers, babe!

[ And then he's going to cram this thing right into his mouth. ]

Cheers, indeed.

[ a doughnut toast is her kind of toast tbh.. alisaie plays along and bumps her pastry to his in return, then unhinges her jaw like a sugar wild snake to swallow down her prey, biting off at least half of the doughnut in one go, her cheeks stuffed full like a chipmunk.

gods.. it's so good. the blueberry flavor bursts tartly in her mouth, the sweet cheesy flavor of the frosting cutting it perfectly, i have been watching too much british baking show, i want some fancy doughnuts so bad..

anyway, there it is, the soft, orgasmic noise as she closes her eyes to savor it. ]

Exquisite..

[ At least this is the kind of joint that is probably used to hearing orgasmic reactions to their doughnuts...he saw those books about the doughnut position!!! But anyway, it's the kind of sound he only hears when he is at the top of his game in bed, or when Alisaie is eating a particularly good treat, so that's enough of a review for him.

His is also similarly exquisite, even if he isn't going to go all sex noise about it, he still hums his satisfaction as he chews and swallows, the doughnut disappearing within moments. ]

Ohhh yeah, it'd be worth being chubs for these...

[ He could deal with the extra pounds if it meant he could pack a few of these away each day. ]

[ alisaie is very interested in the doughnut position. how many of these babies is he going to put on his dick to get a blowie is the real question here. and wow, no need to demean her for her sex noises?? it isn't her fault that prompto can't get the most out of delectable pastries.

but she polishes her own off the same as he does, licking every bit of delicious blueberry stickiness from her fingies. ]

It certainly would be.

[ she's got those annoying elf genes tho that keep her slim no matter how much butter and sugar she crams into her face.. it's unfair tbh. ]

Shall we?

[ They'll no doubt figure out the answer to that question this very night, but for now, they've had a taste of doughnut heaven, and Prompto, for one, is ready to blow.

He steps aside to make a quick request of the nice doughnut shop people to see if they can deliver the rest of their doughnuts to their room, and what do you know, they can! Amazing. With their bounty seen to (so Prompto doesn't have to carry around six dozen doughnuts while they're out on their date), he takes her hand within his, starting towards the door. ]

We shall! Uhh, by the way, I heard this can be kiiinda dangerous, but it's nothing we can't handle, right?

[ So long as they (he) don't breathe stupidly. ]

[ a question for the ages tbh.. he's going to defile her precious doughnuts!!

but she'll worry about that later. for now their delectable pastries are on the way home in capable hands, and they are free to continue their cute date. alisaie's fingers weave easily through his own, and they're off. ]

.. Dangerous?

[ ???

she'd never particularly thought about that, but now that she considers it, the idea of prompto handling molten glass is kind of a frightening one.. ]

[ Ah, now it is time for a cursory google search about glassblowing, because I know literally nothing about it except that it is dangerous...

But yeah, being careful and delicate is perhaps not one of his strong suits, but he can have a steady hand when it matters! His skills with a gun and a camera will attest to that. It'll be fine...probably. ]

Yeah, I mean...it involves...blowing? And, like, toxic fumes and stuff. So, like, don't...breathe in the bad stuff.

[ They're going to die. ]

[ he's going to kill them both on this date.. thanks prompto... also it's funny because i recently watched a reality competition show about competitive glassblowing. so i am clearly an expert here!! ]

Ah.

[ a flat look. ]

And how, pray tell, so I know what is the bad stuff? Are the fumes going to introduce themselves so I will know which air to breath and which not to?

[ this cheek.. ]

[ I have been meaning to watch that show, but alas, I have not yet, but you know what, the less I know about this going in the more IC it will be, so... ]

Uhhhh...the foxes runnin' the place will proooobably tell us? I mean, I hope they will.

[ They wouldn't let their customers die.......probably. But it's not far to the glass-blowing place — they're nearly there now! ]

[ ah. he's going to kill them both..

but he's right, she supposes, there will be professionals to teach them the ropes, so they will probably be fine?? ]

Well, if you say so. I'm not keen to spend all night nursing your wounds if you fall on your arse in the fire.

[ "They will probably be fine", famous last words...but this thread is too far in the past for us to retcon their fiery deaths at the hands of the glass blowing, so they are INVINCIBLE!!! Probably. ]

'n why not? You like tending to my booty any other day!

[ He knows how she feels about his freckled ass! He's becoming too powerful. ]

[ the power of the retcon.. truly lifesaving. ]

Oh certainly, when I am squeezing it, mayhaps. Not when I am tending to boils and blisters and half of it burnt away and stinking terribly. Please do try to preserve it, for my sake.

[ his cute freckled ass won't be so cute when it's on fire!! burn scars are real gross. ask witchisaie. ]

Well, when you put it like that...

[ Not that her tending to his booty is the only motivation he has for not falling ass-first into a fire. Generally speaking, he doesn't enjoy being on fire, no matter how many times Noctis threw those magic flasks at him on "accident"...

Anyway, they're here now, so he pulls open the door for her so they can step inside the quaint, little glass-blowing establishment. Handing over a slip of paper to the front desk staff, they eagerly wave the pair of them back to the workshop and seat them at a long worktable. ]

Not a fire in sight! See, we'll be fine.

[ but it's just so funny to light prompto on fire.. and electrocute him.. and freeze him.. he screams so loud!! can noctis trly be blamed.. it's hilarious.

wow though, here they are, amazing!! they're led to a worktable, and even as they sit alisaie's eyes are darting all around, surveying the tools, the space, but mostly the array of glassware that's on display all 'round them, glass of all shapes and colors, beautifully designed in sweeping arcs, delicate flutes and plates, lovely sculptures catching the light.. ]

I'm still not quite sure about that -

[ she's not confident he isn't going to maim himself tbh ]

- but these are beautiful.

[ He has retcon armor, remember?? I can't injure him too seriously, unfortunately, even though it would be pretty funny.

But in any case, he follows her attention to the glass sculptures, reaching up to delicately tap one shaped like a flute on its side. ]

Yeah, pretty neat, right? What d'you think you're gonna make?

[ Please let it be a terrible rendition of a porxie. ]

[ well yeah but that doesn't make it any less great to nail prompto with every magic flask ever in xv!! his wails of terror and anguish are just so gratifying.. ]

Me? Gods, I have no idea..

[ let her rest, she's a terrible artist!!!! her art is the art of steel and fire and lightning and blood, okay. her sword dance is flawless and exotic!!!!!!! she just cannot.. sculpt.. or paint.. to save her life.. leave her alone.. ]

Something simple, I suppose, I doubt that I could manage anything particularly complicated, as I've never so much as thought to blow glass before. Mayhaps.. a bowl?

[ LIVE A LITTLE ALISAIE ]

[ ...A bowl.

No, it might not be particularly exciting or ambitious, but hey, it's way more practical than whatever Prompto is planning to make. Which is, of course — ]

Think I might try to make a chocobo. Just a rough shape of one...

[ Ah, and there's their instructor, leading them to sit at one of the worktables before outfitting them with the proper safety equipment. Prompto snaps the safety goggles over his eyes with panache. ]

See, we'll be fine! Totally safe.

[ look, don't diss her bowl?? it's still gonna be a mess, but probably not as much of a mess as his chocobo. glassblowing is so hard and that's a very ambitious shape?? the way that alisaie looks at him probably does not inspire much confidence.. ]

Well, good luck with that..

[ she says, ever a supportive waifu, while they are supplied with their safety equipment.. but she's still not convinced they won't get out of this without getting blisters somewhere.

how does one apply goggles with panache?? ]

Take care nonetheless.

[ I can't explain it, it's just something that happens!!! You can't describe panache.

But anyway, taking care is possibly the furthest thing from his mind now. I'm gonna handwave through this so I don't have to look up a bunch of technical details about how glassblowing works...you get a tub and blow into it to make hot glass move and if you inhale something something you can die? Anyway, they do the thing, Prompto probably burns himself a couple of times, and in the end, he has something that just looks like a spiky yellow ball.

Unless this shit needs time to cool or goes into a kiln or something, I don't know! ]

Huh...not bad for my first attempt, don't you think?

[ oh good i didn't want to write it out either. magically there are no major injuries, which is incredible really, especially for prompto, but they make it through with little worse than some burned fingertips.

alisaie's bowl is... uh. well. it's a bowl at least. a little lumpy, not very pretty, but it's better than prompto's spiky yellow ball?? it can probably actually be used as a bowl.

maybe..

but she loves his stupid spiky ball. laughing, alisaie turns it over in her hands. ]

It is.. charming.

[ The link is broken but I can imagine it well enough...they are quite the pair of artists. At least they have other passions in life that they excel in, but neither of them will be moonlighting as a glass blower anytime soon.

Chuckling, he reaches for her bowl as she plucks up his spiky...thing, weighing between his hands and lifting it up. ]

Heh, so's yours! I mean, practical, too. We're total naturals at this!

[ They're really not. ]

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