ic contact.

[brainiest]

"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!"

ic contact for hermione granger at drift fleet.
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[brainiest]

[ There's a very brief urge to try and tidy things up a little, but Hermione recognises that it's certainly not her place and she has no right to come into Prompto's room and start mothering him.

Instead, she looks at the envelope and, nervously, reaches out to take it, fingers brushing over the outside. ]

... Thank you, Prompto. Really, this - they're special.

[this_loser]

[He wouldn't mind it, the mothering. But it would be a wasted effort. Eventually, they'll figure out how the room should work and he'll get it cleared up. Or Noct will decide he needs his own space again and move out. Maybe.

His nod is a little jerky and he shifts from foot to foot.]

Yeah. No problem. If you need anything else... um, well, you know where I am.

[brainiest]

[ He's so kind, and she knows he must be aware of what these photos mean to her. Slowly, carefully, Leilani moves forward, wrapping her arms around him with a tenderness she can't quite swallow. ]

I really appreciate this, Prompto.

[this_loser]

[He has an idea what the photos must mean to her. He knows what they mean to him. Sure, he's got hundreds of photos of Ignis, but never again like that. Every scrap of memory is important.

He really thought he'd be able to hold himself together until she'd gone, but as he tentatively returns her embrace, his eyes sting at the edges and he sniffles.] Yeah. Anytime.

[brainiest]

[ Carefully, Hermione's arms tighten around him and she holds on gently, squeezing. She knows it's not easy, and it's hurting both of them, but she wasn't Ignis' friend. She hadn't known him as long as Prompto had, and that has to make things harder for him.

When she breathes out, her eyes are damp and she's trying to hide it. ] You can message me any time you need anything. Okay?

[this_loser]

[He nods against her shoulder before letting her go and using the back of his wrist to wipe his face.] Okay. You too. Anytime.