Prompto and his parents communicate through pictures

Prompto Week Day 5 (10/23): Favorite Outfit

Kind of a plotless drabble of Prompto when he first got the uniform. I think I read somewhere that he wanted to show his parents but they weren’t home. So I kind of took from that and went from there. 

Prompto stood in front of the mirror in his parent’s house,
staring at his reflection. The uniform suited him well. As it should since it
had been tailored to him and him alone. He adjusted some of the seems to lay
where they should, and straightened a wrinkle or two on the jacket. It was
strange seeing himself in one of the uniforms he’d often seen around the
citadel. Even stranger to think that it was because he was officially a part of
Noctis’s guard.

His arms shifted at his side, like he couldn’t sit still. It
was reminiscent of a bird adjusting its wings. The sleeves were something he
wasn’t used to, and made the jacket feel heavier than he’d have liked. But he
found he didn’t mind. He’d grow into it, he thought to himself.

With a smile, he lifted his camera up to the mirror and took
a picture.

A polaroid was soon churned out of the camera and he grabbed
it before it could fall to the floor. He set that first one aside, and then
took the jacket off to take a picture of himself in just the shirt and vest. Specially
made without sleeves. He preferred the vest to the jacket, liking the silver
that spread across the fabric.

He set the camera and second picture down by the first and
went to change out of the uniform. Back into his mundane red shirt and pants.
He was supposed to be at Noctis’s place already, helping him pack his things
for the move back into the citadel. And soon, when they got back, Prompto would
be moving too.

Things were changing. And as he folded the uniform and put
it carefully back into the box it was stored in, he felt like it represented
his future. Like his most important moments would be while he was wearing it.
By his friend’s sides and at Noctis’s back.

But then he realized how cheesy he was being in his mind and
laughed.

He stuffed the box into his luggage, a single small
suitcase, and then shut it. With that he went to put it by the door for the
morning, so he could just grab it and go. Only then did he go back to the
pictures, which had developed by this point, and turned them over. He’d have preferred to take photos on his nicer camera, but there was no time to get them printed. So the polaroids would have to do. Grabbing a
nearby pen, he wrote a message on the backs to his parents.

He’d wanted to show them, but finding them not at home wasn’t
a surprise. He was used to it and had long since grown out of resenting them
for not being around more often. Which is where pictures came into play. If
they couldn’t be round to see him first hand, he could show them through the
lens of a camera at least.

Once he finished writing his message, he pinned it to the
cork board his father had hung up for him during one of his rare moments at
home. ‘So we won’t miss any of your photos.’ Sometimes, if Prompto was lucky,
they’d leave him a photo of their day too. With one final smile at the pictures
of himself in the kingsglaive uniform, he grabbed his keys from the bowl he
usually kept them in, and left home to help his friend prepare for tomorrow.

Then, when he left in the morning dressed in his fatigues, he noticed the pictures
were gone and a small note had replaced them that stated, ‘We’re so proud of
you!’ in his mother’s handwriting. As way of thanks, he grabbed the polaroid camera and took a selfie, smiling brightly in the morning sunlight, and pinned it on the board to develop. He took the note with him, and then stepped though the door.