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Prompto. Ain't that all you need to know? VERSUSXIII - ULTIMUS

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SO THAT'S THE E-MAIL. HAHAHAHAHA.

HAHAHSFJASHU.

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ultima-arrow replied to your post: what do i do i’m so lost without my prostitute. 

//But, but, you don’t have to unfollow her? D:

I WOULD NEVER UNFOLLOW A / MY PROSTITUTE. HAHA. She's gone from RP on FF. ;_; And I feel like one of those new kids at school without a clique or BFF. HAHAHA. 

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what do i do i'm so lost without my prostitute. 

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WHY, PROSTIKKU, YOU SLUT. WHY?

HOW DARE YOU BRING ME INTO THIS RP AND THEN YOU WANT TO LEAVE FUCK YOUR SHIT BITCH MAN. 

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A GOOD PERSON AND FOCUS ON SCHOOL WHY CAN'T YOU SPOIL YOURSELF ONCE IN AWHILE.

YOU'RE THE BEST PROSTITUT-- RIKKU AND I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR REPLY SO I CAN MESS UP YOUR DAY.

BUT NOW YOU'RE GONE.

Sigh. Looks like I have to find another Prostitute. 

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50 Questions You've Never Been Asked

1. What's your favorite candle scent?

2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister?

3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother?

4. How old do you think you'll be when you get married?

5. Do you know a hoarder?

6. Can you do a split?

7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?

8. How many oceans have you swam in?

9. How many countries have you been to?

10. Is anyone in your family in the army?

11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?

12. What would you name your son if you had one?

13. What's the worst grade you got on a test?

14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?

15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight?

16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series?

17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent?

18. Did your mother go to college?

19. Are your grandparents still married?

20. Have you ever taken karate lessons?

21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is?

22. What's the first amusement park you've been to?

23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in?

24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray?

25. Is your father bald?

26. Do you know triplets?

27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

28. Have you ever had Indian food?

29. What's the name of your favorite restaurant?

30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden?

31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ's, etc.)?

32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

33. If you have a nickname, what is it?

34. Who's your favorite person in the world?

35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?

36. Can you whistle?

37. Do you sleep with a nightlight?

38. Do you eat breakfast every morning?

39. Do you take any pills or medication daily?

40. What medical conditions do you have?

41. How many times have you been to the hospital?

42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?

43. Where do you buy your jeans?

44. What's the last compliment you got?

45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?

46. What flavor tea do you enjoy?

47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own?

48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?

49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn't real?

50. Why do you have a tumblr?

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cauterizedscrotum: Hi Namine. You're the one that holds my unborn fetus.

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Zanarkand Date? Zanarkand Disaster..

A date. A date. A date date date date FREAKIN’ DATE. Why? Why here? WHY did she even agree to let this low-life, annoying fugitive talk her into going on a date? Oh, yeah. That’s right. He saved her butt. The thief had a little run-in with some soldiers, after proclaiming that she was the best thief in all of Spira to some random passerby. That did not bode well with them. A little tight up the as— Now wasn’t the time to dwell on the matter of space between their bottoms, but the fact of the matter was that Prompto, of all people, was the one that helped her out-run those losers. She assumed he was probably use to running away, and that made it look so easy for him. The fugitive wasn’t really a friend to her, so to say.

They were at an understanding and weren’t really enemies, but the male annoyed her so much that she would never consider them friends. Not even friends? Hell, they’re going to the Zanarkand Party. Together. As in a date. Rikku never liked having debts unpaid, but why? Why did the stupid, big-headed guns-man choose a date of all things to be repaid with? This was Zanarkand! The party city! The city that never sleeps! It was suppose to be her time with the Gullwings to hang out and have a girls ONLY time. But, no. Stupid head Prompto had to ruin it for her. 

Rikku grumbled angrily to herself, her arms crossed and her foot tapping fairly impatiently. Not only did she have to attend the party with some loser, but now she had to wait? How dare he make a lady wait! If he was going to pull this all night, Rikku was about ready to consider this “date” — as he so claims — officially OVER. Royally! “Why does he have to be so STUPID?” she raged, letting out a groan as her head tilted upwards as if she were talking to the ill-lighted sky. Hopefully, if all goes well, the night would be over before she knew it. She just had to pull through for a couple of hours. If she’s able to do that.

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Suave, handsome and a lady-killer? Who wouldn't want to attend a social gathering with this fine son-of-gun? A dumb-ass, that's who. The dumb-ass being the blond prostitute he affiliated himself with some time ago. A simple act of gratitude from her would kill anyone. He did save her ass from soldiers, and in return he wanted a tour. The GRAND TOUR of Zanarkand. What better way than to force the girl in a date? Brilliant, this bloke had it easy. More. . . he wanted it easy. A harmless date as friends - enemies. Would he date her? HELL, NO. This guy was too fly for some peasant like her. This was all just a quid pro quo.

Although, it doesn't hurt to mess around.

Prompto's hands were nestled warmly in his pockets, thumbs sticking out as he took long strides towards the meeting place of his awaiting 'date'. The hustling and bustling of couples and people sauntering around surrounded his figure. People were pointing at the bright, illuminating lights of Zanarkand, gushing at the sight and ushering their friends and family towards game stands and other festive activities. A small smirk plastered on his face when his hues caught sight of a waiting blonde. It was obvious to the most thick-headed that she was fed-up with him. Already. The date hasn't even started yet, but Prompto knew he was going to make her life a living Hell tonight.

"Ha, yo'! Prostikku! Sorry to keep ya' waitin'." he hollered out, no hint of a sincere apology was present. Truth be told, he purposely took his time. Operation: Make Prostikku's Life a Living Hell had commenced. All in good humor, he swung his left arm over the girl's shoulder, looking down at her with a devilish glint in his eyes. "So, show me the Zanarkand Life!"

Ah. . . this prostitute was in for one Hell of a date. He would make sure of it.

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HAHA PROSTIKKU x HIBARI

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Do you wish to die?

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Ayeeee can’t say I really do. Why ask such a dumb question like that, buddy ole’ pal?

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Another useless, air-wasting Herbivore…

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I, Prompto von Sexy, am not some air wasting herbivore. Ah. Kids these days. 

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HAHA PROSTIKKU x HIBARI

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Do you wish to die?

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Ayeeee can't say I really do. Why ask such a dumb question like that, buddy ole' pal?

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HAHA PROSTIKKU x HIBARI

RIKKU AND HIBARI SITTIN' IN A TREE

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

FIRST COMES LOVE

SECOND COMES MARRIAGE

THIRD COMES THE FUCKING BABY THAT'LL GROW UP TO BE A PROSTITUTE JUST LIKE ITS MOTHER AND WITH A BITING FETISH LIKE ITS FATHER IN A BABY CARRIAGE AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

god I'm high.

bro. keep your hands off of MY baby. How dare you. They're mine. 

Fucking Rikku trying to steal Hibari from me I DON'T THINK SO.

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So, I say! A fine, handsome bloke such as myself and a… decent prostitute as yourself would make a marvelous pair. Would you give me the honor of accompanying me to the Zanark-Party, Prostikku? |DD

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No.

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Naw, c'mon, baby girl. Don't be like that. Now I know we've had our differences in the past, but me being a sexy fugitive and you being a prostitute musn't get in the way of. . y'know, living a little. So, let's just push the past behind us and walk down a newer, cleaner road, eh?

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So, I say! A fine, handsome bloke such as myself and a. . . decent prostitute as yourself would make a marvelous pair. Would you give me the honor of accompanying me to the Zanark-Party, Prostikku? |DD

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I owe Vanille and Hope. Bahaha. Will get to it tonight. Walking Dead on Sunday, yeah?

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Prompto’s cheeky grin began to form, his hues settling upon the beleaguered figures in sight. Seeing as many “friendlies” around was a rare sight for this runaway fugitive, a momentous sight this was. On any other occasions, Prompto’s step into the city was like walking on thin-ice. Any moment could be his last. Although his cheeky, lop-sided smirk was plastered on his face, his body was rigid as ice. Tense, the favored shot-gun hung over his shoulder. Left hand held up in a short wave. “Yo’!”

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“Oh, poo..” the familiar sound of the voice brought Rikku almost to her knees. Not in admiration or anything, but in dejection. Almost annoyance. This voice.. this voice belonged to the spunky, big-headed, large ego, shit-eating grinned, ANNOYING blonde that she met not too long ago. Ugh, how annoying he was! It almost reminded her of herself, but she didn’t have a big a ego as he did! Rikku turned around, pointing an accusing finger at the blond. “What are YOU doing here!? I thought I got rid of you!” she shouted. 

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"Haha, it's Prostikku!" The male laughed, his finger mimicking the other. A chuckle in his voice, Prompto knew this girl all too well and could not help but feel highly amused at her. In a humorous way, he had almost mistaken her as a prostitute, and after an eventful argument and clearance of her name, they had become.. accustomed to one another. Friends? Who knows, but the female acts as if she abhors his very existence. "What am I doing here? This is where I.. where I live! You can't get rid of me, lil' lady!" he grinned. 

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Prompto’s cheeky grin began to form, his hues settling upon the beleaguered figures in sight. Seeing as many “friendlies” around was a rare sight for this runaway fugitive, a momentous sight this was. On any other occasions, Prompto’s step into the city was like walking on thin-ice. Any moment could be his last. Although his cheeky, lop-sided smirk was plastered on his face, his body was rigid as ice. Tense, the favored shot-gun hung over his shoulder. Left hand held up in a short wave. “Yo’!”

Vanille felt like she was seeing double. This man resembled a lot of other blonds he knows. Especially with the playful attitude and his sunshiney smile of his, she placed her hands on her hips and smirked a bit. It would definiteley be interesting and fun to befriend him. “Yo!” she said, mimicking his greeting. “I’m Vanille! Pleased to meet you!” she noticed his rigid movements. Was he being cautious? Tilting her head, she asked carefully. “Is this place not safe?”

Tongue clicked, a smile on his face. This girl, albeit bouncy, was going to be getting along with good ole' Prompto just fine. "Hey, now. Don't need to be copying this fine thing! That's my greetin'!" a deep chuckle rumbled from his throat. "Prompto." An eye-brow rose, taking a step closer to the pig tailed girl. All the same time his tone lowered slightly. "Ainnn't. . . exactly the best place for me to be around, ya' hear me?"

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Prompto’s cheeky grin began to form, his hues settling upon the beleaguered figures in sight. Seeing as many “friendlies” around was a rare sight for this runaway fugitive, a momentous sight this was. On any other occasions, Prompto’s step into the city was like walking on thin-ice. Any moment could be his last. Although his cheeky, lop-sided smirk was plastered on his face, his body was rigid as ice. Tense, the favored shot-gun hung over his shoulder. Left hand held up in a short wave. “Yo’!”

Rem walked forward, a smile starting to form. “Hey.” She simply replied, then politely introduced herself. “I’m Rem.” She said, then waited for a reply from the man, hoping to get his name as well.

"Well, well, well~! Hello there!" Prompto's grin almost put the Cheshire Cat's trademark smirk to shame. Almost. What's the harm in a little teasin', flirtin', and completely innocent fun? "Prompto's the name. What are you doing around these parts," eyes glanced around, "ain't safe for a pretty girl like you to be wandering around by herself."