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How to Be A Chocobro; Friday, First Period [12/17].
There was a certain sense of relief among the chocobros that morning, because this was finally the last day of this class that they still had failed to figure out by now, and, while it had been fun, they were all just feeling a little eager to get away from it and maybe focus on something a little more...cohesive and comprehensive the next time around. That wasn't to say that they weren't going to enjoy today, at least, but, still. A gag like that could only get you so far...
So while the marshmallow snow coated the ground outside, it was a bright, sunny, mild day inside the danger shop, on a nice little chocobo far not too dissimilar from the chocobo post they'd visited in a previous class. There were a few tables scattered around, too, with some writing untensil and stacks of paper, being weighted down by rocks as the edges fluttered slighty in the faint breeze, a detail Prompto was particularly proud of, thank you, and then it was time to get started.
"Alright, everyone!" said Gladio, raising his voice over them in case some of them were already getting distracted by the chocobos waiting in their pens. "It's our last class, and it's definitely been...an interesting one, but we hope you at least had fun and maybe even learned something."
"Even if," Prompto chimed in brightly with a grin, "that thing you learned was just how great chocobos are!"
"And as such," Ignis continued, "as your final assignment, we'd like you to go ahead and compose an essay along those lines. Namely, what you have come to feel makes a person a..." He hesitated with a faint sigh, still not quite convinced that this should ever be a word uttered out of anyone's mouth ever, "chocobro."
"That's right, guys," Gladio's tone was almost apologetic. "We're having you do a final assignment, an essay on What It Means to Be a Chocobro, but, after that, youv'e got the rest of the class period to just enjoy yourself, hang out with the chocobos, we've got some obstacle and racing courses just down the way there. So when you're done with the essay, the farm is all yours. Any questions before we begin?"
So while the marshmallow snow coated the ground outside, it was a bright, sunny, mild day inside the danger shop, on a nice little chocobo far not too dissimilar from the chocobo post they'd visited in a previous class. There were a few tables scattered around, too, with some writing untensil and stacks of paper, being weighted down by rocks as the edges fluttered slighty in the faint breeze, a detail Prompto was particularly proud of, thank you, and then it was time to get started.
"Alright, everyone!" said Gladio, raising his voice over them in case some of them were already getting distracted by the chocobos waiting in their pens. "It's our last class, and it's definitely been...an interesting one, but we hope you at least had fun and maybe even learned something."
"Even if," Prompto chimed in brightly with a grin, "that thing you learned was just how great chocobos are!"
"And as such," Ignis continued, "as your final assignment, we'd like you to go ahead and compose an essay along those lines. Namely, what you have come to feel makes a person a..." He hesitated with a faint sigh, still not quite convinced that this should ever be a word uttered out of anyone's mouth ever, "chocobro."
"That's right, guys," Gladio's tone was almost apologetic. "We're having you do a final assignment, an essay on What It Means to Be a Chocobro, but, after that, youv'e got the rest of the class period to just enjoy yourself, hang out with the chocobos, we've got some obstacle and racing courses just down the way there. So when you're done with the essay, the farm is all yours. Any questions before we begin?"