[without enough time to properly set this whole cuddle sesh up, and without the ability for Prompto to subsequently chicken out of it, the entire movement happens as one giant casual leap forward into supposedly intimate territory. for a second, he's a deer in headlights. really, dude?
really.
the two are a match for sighing, as he feels a little uncomfortable, even swept up and kept in McGillis' lap. this is so procedural, it's almost like it's a tick in the general's social calendar. wake up, salute the stars, get dumped into an foreign universe, sweep an unsuspecting civ into his arms, and then go home to a glass of whiskey and some smooth stylings of military marches on his finely kept 12" player. he rests the side of his head against him, in a slow realization of defeat.
he should probably go, right? like, this is actually getting a bit much. just take his new blanket and skedaddle. but now that he's checking the filth stats, there's a resounding "nope" coming from its unmarred box. that's not going to fly. and for a moment, instead of thinking this is kind of dumb and pointless and a little goofy, maybe this guy's just never had a really good cuddle? sucking in the sides of his cheeks, he looks upward to stern facial features, thin lines of brows, and peak physical perfection in its finest.]
Dude. I don't think we're gonna get anywhere like this. You've got the inner warmth of a king cobra. Loosen up a bit.
no subject
really.
the two are a match for sighing, as he feels a little uncomfortable, even swept up and kept in McGillis' lap. this is so procedural, it's almost like it's a tick in the general's social calendar. wake up, salute the stars, get dumped into an foreign universe, sweep an unsuspecting civ into his arms, and then go home to a glass of whiskey and some smooth stylings of military marches on his finely kept 12" player. he rests the side of his head against him, in a slow realization of defeat.
he should probably go, right? like, this is actually getting a bit much. just take his new blanket and skedaddle. but now that he's checking the filth stats, there's a resounding "nope" coming from its unmarred box. that's not going to fly. and for a moment, instead of thinking this is kind of dumb and pointless and a little goofy, maybe this guy's just never had a really good cuddle? sucking in the sides of his cheeks, he looks upward to stern facial features, thin lines of brows, and peak physical perfection in its finest.]
Dude. I don't think we're gonna get anywhere like this. You've got the inner warmth of a king cobra. Loosen up a bit.
[hm.]
Mind if I, uh. Help you out here?