[Prompto doesn't analyze. He's not the type to step back and think something through to its logical conclusion.
What Prompto does is feel. Is see. He's a photographer, and while blue doesn't necessarily translate to gentle kindness in his mind, nor yellow to buzzing energy, grey brings associations all its own--especially in this hotel room, with all the brightness of Galdin Quay outside.
He checks to see if Bluenis is still there, then walks quietly right over to Iggrey.]
Hey, Iggy.
[He turns to stand next to him instead of before, close enough to brush shoulders, if Ignis moves.]
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[Prompto doesn't analyze. He's not the type to step back and think something through to its logical conclusion.
What Prompto does is feel. Is see. He's a photographer, and while blue doesn't necessarily translate to gentle kindness in his mind, nor yellow to buzzing energy, grey brings associations all its own--especially in this hotel room, with all the brightness of Galdin Quay outside.
He checks to see if Bluenis is still there, then walks quietly right over to Iggrey.]
Hey, Iggy.
[He turns to stand next to him instead of before, close enough to brush shoulders, if Ignis moves.]