[ What a first impression to make — but to be fair, no matter how they met, Prompto always finds a way to make an...impression. Which this surely is, though he's not thinking about that quite yet, just snapping back to consciousness as he is, coughing through the curry that's dribbling down his face. Wait, what just...
Did he...
Did he just...
He fumbles for the sunglasses, tugging them off so he can loll a quizzical look up at the woman at his side. Is he...dreaming? ]
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Did he...
Did he just...
He fumbles for the sunglasses, tugging them off so he can loll a quizzical look up at the woman at his side. Is he...dreaming? ]
Um, h-hey.
[ That's all he's got for now. ]