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[witchdaggah]

[ so like.

the text keeps appearing and reappearing. like someone's deleting their post? repeatedly. eventually one sticks, though: ]

NO ONE PANIC
The rat infestation is mine


[ that's it. that's the post. ]

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[punshots]

[ They might be as clean as she is, but Prompto would rather just pet Mae herself — okay, never mind, he's not gonna suggest that. He's, uh, not really sure how self-aware, talking animals would take to being pet.

The rat, though? It's winning him over with it's whole sleepy vibe, and slowly but surely, he starts to creep forward, slipping off the edge of his bed and reeeeeeaching out his hand like he's worried about being electrocuted. ]

Y-you're sure it's fine? ...Heh, he is pretty cute up close...

[ Even if the feet are still gross. Carefully, so carefully, he sets just one finger on the rat's tiny head.

Euphoric. ]

[witchdaggah]

[ goddamn if this ain't the squishiest thing in the universe. here is prompto, in all his weird squishy pink alien host body glory, petting the ugly little thing in her paw. hallmark, are you out there? got a new christmas card picture for you. slap some christmas hats on this scene, it is that precious.

the rat is content to allow this to happen. prompto's touch is warm and inviting and familiar. "always" by erasure is probably playing in the background of this thread, maybe. ]

D'awww. Effin' adorable. He likes you!

[ look at him. fast asleep. adorable. mae has turned this interaction completely around. ]

I wouldn't let someone touch an unclean anything, dude. That's all kinds of diseases. This is just cute.

[punshots]

[ It is just cute, and at the moment, Prompto is baffled at just how much he might've been missing out on by not petting rats all his life. Okay, maybe he's not going quite that far, he's still seen rats in too many sewers and dank caves for this moment to overwrite his impression completely, but his world is still minorly revolutionized.

Scratching the rat behind his lil' sleepy ears, he chuckles softly — don't wake the baby!!! ]

Wait, so...did your rats come with you from home?

[ Or did she train some she found here just that quick? But more importantly: ]

Aren't you, like...kinda their natural predator?

[ In his panic about the rat, he hasn't yet fully processed the fact that she is a...cat. ]

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[ the baby is sound asleep. it doesn't even snuffle. who knows, perhaps there was a bad dream happening in that little noggin... and if so.. perhaps the gentle touch of a scream-y blond who wears leather jackets was all that was needed. ]

Dude I WISH my babies came with me? But like, no, these guys... I can't super control them yet, but they are my magic rats.

[ she lets his other question go for a moment. maybe she should let him think she doesn't realize she's a cat? or did she mention that already. well. ]

I think I'm everything's natural predator.

[ she's a fat house cat. ...she isn't necessarily wrong?? ]

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[ Her...magic...rats....

Prompto lifts one brow, and then the other, though he doesn't stop petting the rat, because that is just pure, unadulterated joy and he's probably not gonna stop petting it for at least an hour and a half. Get comfy, Mae. There are probably some snacks somewhere? ]

Waitwaitwait. You're tellin' me Astoria gave you magic rat powers? Is that what you're puttin' down for me?

[ Because it sounds



AWESOME. Like, five minutes ago, he wouldn't have thought so, but in his post-rat awakening life, being lord of such a cute, fluffy army doesn't sound too bad. ]