[Were Prompto not already flat on his ass, the explosive force would blast him off his feet for sure. As it is, he shields himself again from the searing heat and light--(ten years from now, maybe it'll feel familiar, crouched all together in a bunch to protect their King from the flames)--rolls, and scrambles to his feet, dropping his machine gun back into the Armiger so he can run like the dickens.]
Whoa!
[He whoops it again, louder, directing it up to her.]
Girl, you're on fire! Not literally. But everything else is! Literally!
[Prompto spares one look back over his shoulder before he reaches the hunting blind and clambers up, panting and a little sooty and grinning.]
Maybe we didn't even need this. Though I guess the fire could bring more, maybe, and we can just chill. [He pauses and tilts his head.] Unless you're tired? That was a pretty big boom.
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[Were Prompto not already flat on his ass, the explosive force would blast him off his feet for sure. As it is, he shields himself again from the searing heat and light--(ten years from now, maybe it'll feel familiar, crouched all together in a bunch to protect their King from the flames)--rolls, and scrambles to his feet, dropping his machine gun back into the Armiger so he can run like the dickens.]
Whoa!
[He whoops it again, louder, directing it up to her.]
Girl, you're on fire! Not literally. But everything else is! Literally!
[Prompto spares one look back over his shoulder before he reaches the hunting blind and clambers up, panting and a little sooty and grinning.]
Maybe we didn't even need this. Though I guess the fire could bring more, maybe, and we can just chill. [He pauses and tilts his head.] Unless you're tired? That was a pretty big boom.