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awashlogs2018-05-19 06:47 pm
photoshooter) wrote in awashlogs2018-05-19 06:47 pm
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We walk with smiles like chalk, quick to wash off
Who: Prompto, Noctis, and Ignis.
Where: Bluohaus, chocob(r)o room.
When: May 15th, once Prompto gets safely escorted to the chocopile.
What: Prompto has some bad news from the future.
Warnings: FFXV spoilers out the wazoo.
[It's not exactly that he's putting off telling them. He really does want a shower and dry clothes and something to eat, after the--day? week?--the extended length of an incredibly hard time he's been having recently, and he could use a break. And maybe it'd be okay if the break lasted until tomorrow. Until he's had some sleep, too.
For the first time ever, though, the thought of not telling his friends everything makes his guts churn worse. So he sighs, pulls up his big boy pants--actually, clothes he's borrowing from Noct, and he knows he could have gotten one of his other outfits from the Armiger but Noct offered--and takes a seat. This time he's huddled up with Ignis's chocobo; Prompto's gotta spread his affection equally, after all.]
So. [So. Prompto fidgets, sighs, then half-laughs, though it's not an entirely happy sound.] Man, I don't even know where to start, guys. What's the last thing you two remember?
Where: Bluohaus, chocob(r)o room.
When: May 15th, once Prompto gets safely escorted to the chocopile.
What: Prompto has some bad news from the future.
Warnings: FFXV spoilers out the wazoo.
[It's not exactly that he's putting off telling them. He really does want a shower and dry clothes and something to eat, after the--day? week?--the extended length of an incredibly hard time he's been having recently, and he could use a break. And maybe it'd be okay if the break lasted until tomorrow. Until he's had some sleep, too.
For the first time ever, though, the thought of not telling his friends everything makes his guts churn worse. So he sighs, pulls up his big boy pants--actually, clothes he's borrowing from Noct, and he knows he could have gotten one of his other outfits from the Armiger but Noct offered--and takes a seat. This time he's huddled up with Ignis's chocobo; Prompto's gotta spread his affection equally, after all.]
So. [So. Prompto fidgets, sighs, then half-laughs, though it's not an entirely happy sound.] Man, I don't even know where to start, guys. What's the last thing you two remember?