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WHO: Alisaie & you fine folks!
WHAT: February catch-all/chocolate making.
WHERE: Around campus.
WHEN: February.

i; scrumdidilyumptious

[ there are few enough things that could convince her to voluntarily spend time with the student body, but the smell of warm, fresh chocolate is among them. besides, she had made an agreement that she would try to attend at least one social function per month, so she doesn't seem too much of an antisocial homebody.

so here she is.

alisaie has no real talent or experience with creating food (mostly she is just very good at eating it), but pouring pre-made chocolate on and into things isn't particularly difficult. nevertheless her station is a little bit.. messy, with chocolate dripped all over the surface, all over her finders, and even a little on her face, because she's definitely been eating it while she works.

for now, she's dipping strawberries into a warm chocolate bath and setting them carefully on waxed paper to dry, though there are several molds nearby as well that she'll be getting to soon enough. she's so focused on her work that she's entirely blocking out the world around her, unaware of the fact that she's probably expected to be working with a partner.. ]

ii; shouln't shopping be easy?

[ gods, if only alphinaud were here to help her..

he's always been better at this sort of thing, knowing what looks good, and what colors go well together. alisaie isn't necessarily terrible at fashion, but her wardrobe is generally quite muted if she puts it together on her own, choosing simple skirts and long sleeved sweaters before anything more trendy or fashionable.

so here, having to choose something to wear for an important social event like, you know, a valentine's dance on campus, she's out of her depth.

there's so much to choose from!! simple soft cottons and smooth silks, tulle, satin.. there are so many colors and styles, short hems and long, sleeveless or backless or halter top, full skirt or asymmetrical, so many waistlines and necklines and cuts and shapes.. maybe she should just wear a suit instead, that sounds much simpler.

on this chilly february afternoon alisaie stands on the sidewalk in town before one of the many little boutiques off campus, clutching her arms to her chest and staring into the window display. these dresses are all beautiful, but where does she begin? she's quite sure that she'll look like a potato the moment she tries any of them on, and when she goes to move into the shop she pauses with her hand on the door for a long enough time to be blocking the way both in and out, quite sure that it's all but written in skylights that she has no idea what she's doing, and no business here.

so imagine her utter humiliation when the door comes flying open from the inside, smacking her right on the nose and sending her reeling with a sharp cry, both hands clasped to her face. ]

iii; campus

[ for most all of the month, alisaie can be easily found around campus. though she keeps to herself, it is very easy to find her in the library studying many large, heavy tomes, in the cafeteria at meals or snacking on sweets between classes, and of course in collegiate level classes. if you would like me to write up a specific prompt for you in any of these places, or anywhere else around campus, feel free to let me know and i'll whip something up in a jiff! ♥ ]

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DO NOT FAINT, PROMPTO... that would be super lame... thankfully there's no blood however so he doesn't need to worry about being a giant weenie in public. she's got a red scratch on her nose, but that's about all, mostly it is her dignity that is suffering the absolute most. her eyes meet his for the briefest of moments before they're dropping away again, looking everywhere but at his face. she's humiliated here, give her a break!! ]

I said it is fine, you needn't fuss.

[ Oh, thank god she isn't bleeding. Still, that red mark doesn't look good, and she's blushing so much...right, he probably isn't helping her embarrassment by hovering around like this. Stepping back, Prompto tucks his hands behind his back and glances away, like he was about to call 911 like five seconds ago. ]

O-okay! Got it. Got the memo...uh. What're you doin' here, anyway?

[ He only then notices what shop it is they're in front of. Was she...shopping for dresses...?? ]

[ he steps away and she can breathe again at last.. though she still can't quite look him in the eye right away. instead she rubs her sore nose, and glances back toward the front of the shop. ]

Shopping...

[ she just gave it away.. for some reason alisaie is the type of girl to think it is embarrassing to be buying a dress for a school dance!! or even to imply that she is going to a dance at all.. ]

[ Well, yeah, he kind of pieced together on his own that she was shopping, and even if she doesn't specify, just based off of the kind of store they are in front of, he can guess...it's for the dance. Huh. He...actually sort of assumed she wouldn't be going. It doesn't seem like her kind of scene, but then again, there is the battle... ]

Yeah? For a dress? [ He'll venture his guess. ] N-nice!

[ And then...a long pause follows before he adds: ]

D'you...want any company?

[ He can't imagine she would, but it still feels right to offer. ]

[ yeah she's 100% going only for the daemons tbh, there's no doubt about that. alisaie is not conceited enough to think that they would be lost without her, she could easily enough stay home without issue, but it would not feel right. this is her school, her space, her home for now, and she will see to its defense even if she is only one of many.

even if it means having to put on something nice and spend an evening in an auditorium packed with her peers.. ]

U-um.. yes.

[ she answers, so the dress comment only!! having recovered enough to at least glance back up toward the display window again. ]

I have never shopped for something like this..

[ before arriving from outland her parents had insisted on dressing her, and since starting at the academy she had never had need to attend any of the school functions. alisaie dresses herself nicely enough outside of her school uniform, but gatherings like this have rules and unspoken codes and expectations about how one is to dress and behave.. ]

[ Wait...was that a "yes, I'm shopping for a dress" or a "yes, I'm shopping for a dress and I'd like some help"??? He has no idea. Just to be sure... ]

Wwweeeeell, I do know a thing or two about shopping for clothes if you...want a hand!

[ Or if she doesn't, that's fine, too. He can recognize she's kind of out of her depth here, which is...sorta adorable, but he doesn't want to make her feel any more self-conscious than she already is. ]

Um — I think you'd look nice in somethin' like that, bee-tee-dubs.

[ He nods to one of the dresses in the window display. ]

[ she is entirely out of her depth, and it is tempting to refuse him right off the bat, simply out of principle. she can handle this! it's only a dress! she knows how to dress herself.. at least, in everyday circumstances. this is a little more intimidating. besides, he had had no trouble accepting her help with his homework.. so why does she have trouble accepting his help with this?

well. pride, mostly. but also embarrassment. she's a grown girl, she shouldn't need his, or anyone else's help with this!!

but if she tries on her own, she'll like as not be here all day, and end up with something that might not suit her. urgh. alisaie shifts her weight nervously, her gaze flickering back to the shop window while she deliberates, looking toward the dress he had pointed out. ]

That one? Should I.. buy it?

[ it looks like she's already made her decision. she'll accept his help. at least she's used to his company.. ]

[ Wow, she's ready to just jump right into buying one? Has she even tried it on yet? Has she even gone in the store yet? Sure, he can make recommendations about what seems to be her style, but what if she hates the way it fits? What if it's frumpy?

He doesn't want to be responsible for Frumpisaie.

Tilting his head, he glances from the dress back to Alisaie. ]

That...depends! Did you try it on?

[ There's a process to this, Alisaie! ]

No. I haven't gone in.

[ look, she's nervous okay.. she doesn't know how to shop!! not for things like this!! she was spoiled and rich she had her wardrobe given to her then tailored for her.. ]

I suppose I should..

[ A TAILORED WARDROBE...yeah, he feels so sorry for her... ]

...I mean, I'm sure it'd look good on you anyway, but no harm in makin' sure you like how it fits, y'know? Make sure it doesn't have one of those...scratchy tags.

[ You know the kind. ]

[ no she doesn't know about scratchy tags.. she had tailored clothes!! also they probably weren't mass produced?? in fey sharlayan land no doubt their clothing was handmade. artisanal. so she just gives prompto a.. quizzical look. ]

I suppose you are right..

[ she says, looking back to the shopfront again, shifting her weight anxiously. ]

Will you come with me?

[ ...Wait, she really wants him to come with her? ]

...Really? — I-I mean, yeah, of course! I got your back, Ali.

[ Even if in this way he did not expect she would ask him to. Even if he did offer. Man...she must really be desperate, if she wants his help.

But he won't think twice about it, and so he starts for the door, holding it open for her. ]

First things first, then! Gotta go inside.

Yes, of course..

[ he holds the door like a perfect gentleman, and alisaie dips her head to step inside. immediately she's assaulted by color, flashy fabrics and fancy dresses surround her threateningly, and she can already feel herself locking up with option paralysis. it shouldn't be so hard to choose clothing - she can dress herself without a problem any day of the week, but this is.. different, somehow. it's more important!

carefully, she touches the sleeve of a nearby dress. ]

Was it.. this one?

[ it was not this one ]

[ No, it was not that one. Not even close...

This is gonna be tough, isn't it. Fortunately!! He is up for the challenge. He isn't thinking (yet) about how cute she's gonna look in that dress, and so now he's just helping her shop for something she'll like. He likes clothes and fashion, so it's not like she's putting him out, here. ]

I dooon't think so? Uh, think it was this one, over here...

[ He moves over to another rack, motioning to the dress in question. ]

But! If you wanna try on more than one to make sure that's the one you want, no harm in it! Always good to have a few options, anyway, y'know?

[ look she's very nervous it's affecting her cognitive ability....

anyway, right, she recognizes the dress he's gesturing toward. alisaie reaches for it with both hands, feeling the soft, silky texture of it, watching the light play off of the gentle sheen. it looks nice. she has no idea if it is too much or too little for this event, but prompto has always seemed to have an...... interest in fashion, so she can trust his judgment, even if he's not going to be wearing a dress.

with a quiet hmm, she picks through the rack to find a suitable dress in her size. ]

What others should I try?

[ please just steer her like she doesn't know what she is doing because she doesn't. ]

[ You're damn right he has an interest in fashion!!! Even if he isn't as familiar with women's fashion, he can at least visualize what might look nice on Alisaie. He doesn't think about it then, how he's basically dressing her up in cute outfits in his mind, and how...weird that is. Right now, he's too distracted by his task to notice it. ]

Let's see...how about this one? Oh, and this! ...This one might look cute on you, too...

[ He pulls dress after dress off of racks, handing them off to Alisaie as he goes. Hopefully she's ready for a fashion montage... ]

[ HE IS PILING DRESSES INTO HER ARMS!! so much for not being overwhelmed.. alisaie is quiet for a few moments, attempting to find her words, but it isn't until her arms are so full that she can just barely see over the pile that she pipes up. ]

A-all of these? Are you certain?

[ she's not ready for this montage!! ]

[ He pauses right in the middle of depositing another dress into her arms, peering at her over the pile. ]

I-I mean, you don't have to if you don't wanna! I was just pickin' out things that I thought would look nice on you...

[ Which........is like half the shop, apparently. ]

[ apparently he thinks every dress would look nice on her!! ]

W-well.. yes.. but..

[ she'll try them all on if she Must, if that is what she must do to achieve this.. she is dedicated. but it is a Lot of dresses... ]

[ He sure does think every dress would look nice on her. Huh! ]

Okay, I think that should do it... [ He nods his head toward the back of the store, but then motions with his hand, in case she can't see him over the mountain of dresses. ] The dressing room is over there. If, uh, you want, you can show me how they look on! O-or you can just try 'em all on in there. Your call.

[ He doesn't want her to feel self-conscious trying them on for him or anything, even though she definitely shouldn't. ]

[ i mean she's gonna be self-conscious no matter what.. so be it.

awkwardly, alisaie hefts the heavy pile of clothing more securely into her arms and makes her way toward the fitting rooms. please don't judge her, clerks, for the fact that she has half the store's stock balanced precariously in her arms.

but soon enough she has navigated herself into a fitting room, and hung the myriad dresses on the hook. there are. so many. all right, alisaie, one at a time.. ]

Are you.. still there?

[ she calls, through the door. ]

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