No idea. Creepy-Science-Dad messaged me out of the blue and asked if I'd deliver it to you.
[He's still kind of annoyed about that, despite getting paid. He's not a delivery boy!]
Wouldn't say what it is, either, just that it was for a promise or something. And I'm not saying I don't trust him, but... [He doesn't.] We should maybe open it outside. Just in case.
[Noctis scoots ahead to get the door open for him, joining him just outside the house and eyeing the box dubiously. He figures Verstael isn't dumb enough to try and murder them via explosion (or some other less flashy method) when he's surrounded by a whole cluster of people who could absolutely wreck his day in retaliation, but sense hardly ever factors in to paranoia. It's also part of what kept them alive during all those dungeons back in Lucis, so being cautious never hurts. He's got potions on standby! He's keeping a reasonable distance, ready to warp as needed!
But he's also very curious. What the hell is in this box already!?]
[Outside, Prompto very carefully sets the box on the ground. Or tries to. It slips out of his hand at the last minute, and whatever is inside makes a rattle loud enough to send him scrambling backward.
He gives Noct a big-eyed glance before creeping close enough to quickly tear the top off. And then wait a few seconds before moving close to actually see in.]
[He digs the tool box out - oh, it's actually kind of heavy. Popping it open reveals it's not empty. Within seconds, there's an array of tools around them.]
These are actually nice. [He sounds surprised.] He really didn't say what this was for?
[A promise for what? And to who? It's a mystery that Prompto will probably have to wrangle out of Verstael himself. He crouches down next to the box to look closer, picking one up at random. He's no tinkerer by any means, so he wouldn't be able to tell the quality, but he knows metal at least, and it seems solid enough by feel. If Prompto says they're good tools, then they're good tools.]
[He hums, but can't come up with any ideas of his own. It certainly wasn't a promise to him. So...who? And why?]
I dunno, I think he's more direct than that.
[Though to does bring to mind a silly conversation a while back, something about coping mechanisms and stuffed animals. Hadn't Verstael mentioned a tool set?]
[Not that he'd pushed very hard- his concern had been Prompto's safety and getting the guy to say his damned name properly. A harmless gift, even a strange one out of the blue, isn't his business unless Prompto decides that it is.]
[He thinks about the question while gathering up the tools and putting them back in the box.]
I don't know... I still think he's weird. And really frustrating to talk to. I'm not like, going out of my way to hang out with him or anything. But...I'm not going out of my way to avoid him either. Does that make sense?
[He'd had a similar feeling with Ardyn, a little initially, and a lot lately, even knowing it isn't exactly the same man. In some ways, neither is Besithia. It's still kind of weird for him to parse, and there's pain as well for sure, but in the latter's case it must be less cut-and-dry for Prompto. At some point in his life Besithia made a choice to become what he ended up as, while Ardyn had the hand of fate and Ifrit to at least in part thank for Izunia's twisted existence. Even Besithia himself is aware of that now.]
You ever think about how weird it is that we both ended up related to our own supervillains?
[It's a small offering and not one he'd expect Prompto to accept, considering the personal nature of the discussion and his own extra-biased opinion of Niffs, but he'd be a lousy friend if he didn't at least extend one.
What's extra weird is that the offer isn't for safety. It would be monumentally stupid for Besithia to try anything, but that hadn't stopped him from being on edge any time they were around one another. This time, for Prompto, it might actually be okay.]
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[He's still kind of annoyed about that, despite getting paid. He's not a delivery boy!]
Wouldn't say what it is, either, just that it was for a promise or something. And I'm not saying I don't trust him, but... [He doesn't.] We should maybe open it outside. Just in case.
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[That's. Um.
He scoots closer to the box and gives it poke. And then leans in to listen to it.]
Weird. Um, okay. Yeah. Let's... outside.
[Just in case. He gingerly picks it up and carefully carries it out the door.]
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But he's also very curious. What the hell is in this box already!?]
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He gives Noct a big-eyed glance before creeping close enough to quickly tear the top off. And then wait a few seconds before moving close to actually see in.]
Oh. It's a ... tool box?
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Did he ask you to build something?
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[He digs the tool box out - oh, it's actually kind of heavy. Popping it open reveals it's not empty. Within seconds, there's an array of tools around them.]
These are actually nice. [He sounds surprised.] He really didn't say what this was for?
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[A promise for what? And to who? It's a mystery that Prompto will probably have to wrangle out of Verstael himself. He crouches down next to the box to look closer, picking one up at random. He's no tinkerer by any means, so he wouldn't be able to tell the quality, but he knows metal at least, and it seems solid enough by feel. If Prompto says they're good tools, then they're good tools.]
Maybe he wants you to build something.
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I dunno, I think he's more direct than that.
[Though to does bring to mind a silly conversation a while back, something about coping mechanisms and stuffed animals. Hadn't Verstael mentioned a tool set?]
I guess I'll just have to ask him.
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[Not that he'd pushed very hard- his concern had been Prompto's safety and getting the guy to say his damned name properly. A harmless gift, even a strange one out of the blue, isn't his business unless Prompto decides that it is.]
What do you think about him these days?
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Can't believe he asked you to deliver it.
[He thinks about the question while gathering up the tools and putting them back in the box.]
I don't know... I still think he's weird. And really frustrating to talk to. I'm not like, going out of my way to hang out with him or anything. But...I'm not going out of my way to avoid him either. Does that make sense?
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[He'd had a similar feeling with Ardyn, a little initially, and a lot lately, even knowing it isn't exactly the same man. In some ways, neither is Besithia. It's still kind of weird for him to parse, and there's pain as well for sure, but in the latter's case it must be less cut-and-dry for Prompto. At some point in his life Besithia made a choice to become what he ended up as, while Ardyn had the hand of fate and Ifrit to at least in part thank for Izunia's twisted existence. Even Besithia himself is aware of that now.]
You ever think about how weird it is that we both ended up related to our own supervillains?
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Dude! I didn't before, but now that's going to be the only thing I think about.
[He blows out a breath, grabs the box, and rolls to his feet.]
Alright. Guess I should get this over with.
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[He doesn't sound especially apologetic; if he has to live with that crazy thought, Prompto does too. That's what BFFs are for.
His expression does sober as Prompto straightens up.]
Gonna go see him?
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[It's a small offering and not one he'd expect Prompto to accept, considering the personal nature of the discussion and his own extra-biased opinion of Niffs, but he'd be a lousy friend if he didn't at least extend one.
What's extra weird is that the offer isn't for safety. It would be monumentally stupid for Besithia to try anything, but that hadn't stopped him from being on edge any time they were around one another. This time, for Prompto, it might actually be okay.]