Dirty hands grasping a pole, the freckled young male would have never expected two months prior him and his newfound friends would end up in a predicament quite like this one. Prompto, being the plump little teenager he was, never had many friends. Actually, the duo of homeless males he discovered outside of his home catching moths in their mouths like hungry frogs were his /only/ friends. When hearing their delusional stories of their lives before becoming hobos, the fat blonde couldn't help but take them in under his wings and help them get back on their feet.
Noctis had a royalty complex. That's right. He actually thought he was a prince of...Nipplehime? Prompto wasn't too sure what a Nipplerythm was, but he was a firm believer in the current approaches to treatment for schizophrenia.
Ignis, well..was not too far off and watched a little too many episodes of Guy Fieri's Diners, Drive-ins and Dives before getting both him and the younger raven haired male kicked from their trailer. Ignis was Noctis's caretaker, but his sweet, sweet, addiction to the sexy Fieri had taken over his life. He forgot to go to work and also forgot to pay their bills. Soon enough, they found themselves living on the streets, but the male was so absorbed in the Food Network series that he believed he could follow in his superhero's footsteps and craft the greatest dishes out of anything the world had to offer him. Resulting in the equally delusional male to refuse finding a job and instead create meals that sometimes contained literal garbage.
Prompto had a good heart, but it may have ended them up in an even worse situation. Yes, even worse than eating out of a trash can. Prompto ended up not only selling his mentally ill friends off, but himself as well. Their pety lives have consisted of being tossed around numerous clients for the profit of their big bara daddy-Gladiolus. Their jobs were very ranged, to say the least, and whatever it was they did determined the amount of dough they brought in. In return, sometimes the oldest male would feed them..with lies of what he may reward them if they worked hard enough for it.
Today, the trio of young males were hoeing about. They were lucky today, as their client was a sweet old woman who only wanted help in her garden. The assistance of shirtless young boys really must of got her gears going. She especially had taken a liking to the chubby blond as she kept snapping her whip towards him to startle him. The sight of his fat flaps jiggling as he jumped back in fear...man, she would have to give Gladiolous an equally fat check for blessing her with such a sight. Reminded her of when she was young...
"Alright, times up, grandma." The dubbed 'pimp' entered the scene, greedy hand already being presented to the woman. She scowled, forking over the cash.
"Greedy as ever. I barely got any time with my sweet little biscuit boy. Bye, my plump angel~ See you next time!" Blowing a kiss at the freckled male, she swiftly slapped that fat ass before waddling as quickly as an eighty two year old woman could waddle back into her house. This obviously wasn't the first time this scene had happend, but Prompto still got flustered every time. It almost made the other two members of his party jealous he got so much action.
They were all too good at their game even if they only had two months under their belts. Gladiolous knew this all too well and was expecting they would get client requests from people higher up. He never did expect one from ACTUAL royalty. This was ground breaking. Hinse why he had to cut grandma's session with the boys so short today. After all, the old woman had nothing on this client.