[ Prompto volunteered to be pushed down the hill in a cheese wheel costume, because why wouldn't he. This is the vaguely annual cheese rolling festival! Gotta make the most of it, right? Plus, he's getting paid for this. With...whatever the hell a drask is.

He'll figure that out later. For now, he's sorta...struggling to pull himself into the cheese wheel costume, because it's, well, a wheel, and a bit hard to negotiate a costume like this on his own. ]

You gotta brie kidding me! I - tch -

[ Please help him into this costume before he drops more cheese puns.

(Just kidding. He will drop more cheese puns no matter what you do.) ]

[ Okay, so...getting used to this again. Kinda funny, how he ever got used to hearing voices in his head in the first place, but after his short stint back home, Prompto has all but forgotten his telepathic etiquette. But it begs the question...if they can share an image as well as written messages telepathically, why not... ]

Hey! Anyone up for a game?

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[ ...Maybe he's a little bored. ]

[ Something called a volcanic eruption drill should not be this boring. Okay, maybe the purpose of a drill like this is safety, whatever, but honestly. Can't they have even a little bit of fun with it? Fun that doesn't involve standing around pretending to be encrusted in lava? Like, as long as they're pretending the lava is real...

With no preamble, Prompto cups his hands to his mouth and shouts at the top of his lungs: ]

THE FLOOR IS NOW LAVAAAAAAAA!

[ THAT'S RIGHT, THIS JUST GOT REAL. ...Er, you know. Real in the "cool" sense, not in the "real" sense...anyway. Prompto hops up onto a nearby mailbox like the flow of lava just barely misses the tips of his boots, waving wildly to the nearest bystander.

Are you going to join in, or will you be swept away by the lavalanche??? ]