Prompto Argentum was a horrible sibling. Not only was he severely overdue for a little sibling check-in, he had been really negligent in seeing how Owen might be doing after that particularly nasty bit of Fandom Weirdness^TM where he wound up preeeettty much hating Prompto's guts and with preeeeetty good reason, too. So maybe he had been a little avoidy about it, but there'd been some space to breathe about it now, and he was starting to feel really bad about not really being a good sibling, and he'd been out so much in this irradiated landscape that he highly doubted much more of it would really make a difference...if anything, it might even help him in a weird way, so it was either this or working on rigging up those stormtrooper helmets from yesterday, and while he'd rather be doing that, this was more of what he should be doing.

So in walked Prompto, not even sure what the state of the bookstore even was or if Owen would even be there, wincing a little at the squeak of the door and his casual gait just shy of strolling in with his hands in his pockets and whistling.

"Oh, hey, Owen, how's it going?"

Supes casual! Totes nailin' it!

Prompto had to snort a little. A sight for sore eyes? Yeah, maybe if only because sore eyes couldn't see as well. But he felt he should just take it and run, because there at least didn't seem to be any animosity in the greeting and, if there was, it was buried pretty deep under Owen's own attempts to make this seem normal and not at all totally weird.

Which Prompto could appreciate, even if his whole point in coming here was how everything was weird.

"You, actually," he admitted, his lopsided grin entirely apologetic about it. "Mandatory Big Sibling check-in, now that you've had a few weeks to sort of experience our fair island first hand, and I gotta say...this place's really pulled out the big guns for your newbie group."

"We've had time to build up a tolerance," Prompto shrugged, rolling his eyes a little, because that was a good way of making it seem like he really was unrattled, and he was, mostly, for the most part, unless, you know, he stopped and thought about it, which he didn't or anything, really, because that's what throwing himself into video games was for. "And it doesn't usually happen so....rapid-fire, either. There's usually, like, a week or two of normal before something goes really off the rails. Guess they decided to do a crash course for the summer. Lucky you!"

Prompto's eyes followed Owen's a little around the shop; he'd never actually been in here yet, so, for all he knew, this was how the place usually looked, but he highly doubted it. Especially with Nina sort of pulling the ropes around here, he could not see her just sitting there standing for this.

"Believe me," he said, eyes settling back on Owen with a faint smirk, "the bored moments are few and far between, and you'll learn to appreciate them. Embrace the boredom, Owen. Cherish it. And don't ever, ever complain about it, because then it'll turn around and bite you right in the ass."

"I think..." said Prompto, grinning faintly as he shook his head, "if you're really bored around here, you're sort of doing it wrong, anyway. But, nahhh, man, you're good, honest. And you weren't wrong to act like that, either. I just sort of hope," understatement of the year? It had to at least be a pretty good contender for it, "that it's nothing that actually happens and the island's just being a jerk by showing me yet another totally shit future..."

Seriously, other dimensions, how about a nice one thrown in there every once in a while, huh?

"But, yeah, totally shake on that, with one caveat, and that's an exception for a situation where the island does something where we can't help talking about it, because that's just the sort of thing that'll happen once we agree to never speak of it again."

"Dude." Prompto just shook his head, in probably the least reassuring way possible. "This place once made me ride a bike around the whole island for about three days straight. Stairs and all, Owen. Stairs. And. ALL.

"On the plus side," he added, "I could pretty much skip leg day for a whole month after that. Even if the first week was due to the fact that I was physically incapable of doing it even if I wanted to."

And Prompto blinked a little, because he might expect some questions like what's a TV or what's a phone or what are those primitive metal cyllanders shooting from you gun instead of lasers, but he never would have thought of what's a bike.

"Uhhhh," he started eloquently, then shook his head slightly. "A bike, man. Bicycle. It's a two-wheeled manually-powered, er, transportation device. Here. I'll show you."

Out came the phone, and, with a flurry of fingers, lo and behold, Prompto turned it toward Owen so he could lay his eyes on his very first....image of a bicycle. Apparently.