And I said let there be light

[founderinglight]

Who: Nap Grandpa Izunia and you!
Where and When: February station catchall! See individual prompts, but also catch him when and where ever. One closed prompt(o).
What: Naps, and sketching, and watching the sunset... And occasionally fucking around with magic because what else is he going to do?
Warnings: None yet beyond extremely eccentric old man doing things.

CLOSED, 22nd evening: Room #3's door

[Knocka knocka, Prompto, you've got someone buzzing your door.

... At 8pm, but honestly for a couple of Lucian night owls that's like. A perfectly reasonable hour. Like it's midafternoon for them.]

Prompto? I brought you something, if you have a minute.

[Come on kid OPEN YE DOOR.]

Roof, 24th evening; Chasing the sunset

[A wise person might have realized by now that the station must be on the east coast of whatever chunk of land it's on, because the sun rises up over the open ocean and sets back behind the cliffs and some distant mountains.

A wiser person yet might have recognized the clouds on the horizon that morning as a sign of some sort of incoming rainstorm.

Izunia is not, for all his age and experience, that person. The drizzle isn't enough to stop him from going outside for his usual sunset watch, but when it suddenly opens up -

Well, then he's left running for cover and then finally standing just inside the door, looking rather like a soaked cat and cursing under his breath.]

Magic lab, 24th night; Let the rain come down

[But perhaps being soaked is a good thing, because it leads to a spark of inspiration -

To Charm's dismay, as almost the entire Magic Lab is now, in fact, also soaked by a sudden burst of summoned water. Elemancy is a particular kind of magic that does in fact do the friendly fire thing...

And here's Izunia in the back, not even having bothered to change out of his wet clothes given what he's working with, sipping a Dr. Jalapeno and looking extremely satisfied with himself.]

Kitchen/dining area, 23rd-26th; For the love of art

[Snacks, check. Soda and/or some other kind of drink, check.

Paper? Pencils? Pens? All check, arranged in a nice little row along the table where Izunia can grab them easily. He's settled into one of the dining room tables that looks like a diner booth and

Actually from the volume of papers around him, he's been sketching for quite a while now, mostly portraits, sometimes scenes. Charcoal, usually, but there's a careful pile of ink drawings as well, set aside so they can dry without getting smeared.

There's something almost frantic in the way he does it, and notably, none of the people he's drawing are from the station.]

Anywhere that looks even mildly comfortable, any time this week

[Oh look, it's... Izunia. Asleep.

At an inappropriate time in a possibly inappropriate place. Even in places that don't have comfortable sleeping places to offer, because guess who now has a bright pink folding chair to deploy from his Armiger at will for naps.

Honestly, does he... ever sleep in his own room?]

Comments

[founderinglight]

I'm not trying to twist your arm. I'd be a great deal less overt about it.

[Give him some credit he does politics.]

[photoshooter]

[He nudges Izunia's arm with his knuckles, then pulls his hand back a little awkwardly. It's awkward. He feels awkward about it. But he's still pink around the edges and smiling bashfully.]

You know what I mean.

[founderinglight]

[He actually looks a little surprised, though hardly displeased, at the contact. They're making some kind of progress?]

It's hardly my fault if the people in your life don't unload deserved comments on your skill upon you.

[photoshooter]

Hey, the guys tell me nice things about my photos! Sometimes. I mean, when they're really good, anyway. Or when I get funny pictures of monsters with their snouts halfway up Gladio's rear end in battle.

[He will protecc the bros' honor!]

[founderinglight]

Mmm, and how many others?

[Trick question, probably. Prompto likely doesn't have the confidence to show his photos to people he thinks might disapprove of them.]

[photoshooter]

How many others what? It happens to Noct sometimes, too, I guess. Iggy's too cool for it, but sometimes I catch him mid-jump when his legs look four times as long as the rest of his body.

[Showing his photos to others is i n c o n c e i v a b l e.]

[founderinglight]

No, I meant, how many others have you shown these to?

[He's got your number and it's z e r o.]

[photoshooter]

[Ah. Prompto pauses, then glances away, twiddling his fingers.]

I mean... we don't exactly make a lot of long-term friends, running around the planet incognito and all. Mostly... business acquaintances and stuff.

[But then his face lights up with memory.]

Oh! But there was that one guy in Lestallum who was always asking us for pictures of dangerous stuff! He published them in his magazine and paid us pret-ty well.

[founderinglight]

...And you still don't think you're that skilled? Prompto, unless journalism has changed very much since I was alive, even freelance professionals don't tend to pick random people off the street to get photos for them.

[Oh honestly this child.]

[photoshooter]

He only asked us at first because he recognized Noct. He wanted a shot of Insomnia after... you know.

[founderinglight]

And clearly you were good enough to impress him.

[The warmth in this smile probably looks uncanny given the face it's on.]

If you don't believe me, why not try asking a few of the people around here? It's not as though we're going anywhere, and I'm sure they'd welcome the distraction.

[photoshooter]

[Sir, please stop that with your face.]

Pfft, come on, what? I'm not going to bother everyone over something like that.

[founderinglight]

[Not a chance - he practically sparkles with it.]

Why would it be a bother? I'm sure plenty of them would be interested. I've had quite a few conversations about the differences between our worlds, and I'm sure a visual aid would be helpful for some of them, if nothing else.

[photoshooter]

That. Makes sense, actually.

[He fiddles with his belt and taps his feet as he thinks about it.]

I'd have to see about getting pics off my camera, but I guess I could post some of the stuff I've got on my phone. What do you think people are interested in, mostly?