[he doesn't focus on the thought that he might never see a chocobo again, because the reality of things hasn't quite settled in yet, or maybe even if it does, he'll apply a willful ignorance to the fact that it's a possibility. but Prompto really loves the things- it's apparent in the way that he talks about them, and equally so in the dozens of pictures that he's taken over the course of his career as a guard to the prince.
the door's been slightly opened from the locked tight position that was McGillis just a few moments ago, and as he teases, Prompto sees a sliver of a sense of humor peaking out from behind the curtain. it wasn't the first time he was told that; and he's protested enough to it in the past, but it doesn't bother him as much as he lets on.]
I'll take that as a compliment.
[he smiles, arrogant in the way he eats the attention up.
he's not sure that there's a way to bring back birds and flora and fauna and the like just by getting intimate with people. that much just seems so far-fetched from reality that he'd have to see it to honestly believe it. but if there is a legit way to make it happen, he decides that he'd like to see it too. for this guy's sake, at least.]
It's the hair, right? [he smiles, and then, not-so-subtly puts himself out there. which is weird, because he's kind of awful at this sort of thing. with a little lull in his voice, in a tone just below challenging and a little above inviting he adds-] I don't usuuuually offer, but I've heard mine is just as soft. You can touch it if you want.
what are you talking about this is a strictly ecological arrangement
the door's been slightly opened from the locked tight position that was McGillis just a few moments ago, and as he teases, Prompto sees a sliver of a sense of humor peaking out from behind the curtain. it wasn't the first time he was told that; and he's protested enough to it in the past, but it doesn't bother him as much as he lets on.]
I'll take that as a compliment.
[he smiles, arrogant in the way he eats the attention up.
he's not sure that there's a way to bring back birds and flora and fauna and the like just by getting intimate with people. that much just seems so far-fetched from reality that he'd have to see it to honestly believe it. but if there is a legit way to make it happen, he decides that he'd like to see it too. for this guy's sake, at least.]
It's the hair, right? [he smiles, and then, not-so-subtly puts himself out there. which is weird, because he's kind of awful at this sort of thing. with a little lull in his voice, in a tone just below challenging and a little above inviting he adds-] I don't usuuuually offer, but I've heard mine is just as soft. You can touch it if you want.