[after the briefing, prompto's actually glad they're allowed to roam about. getting pushed into a truck without much warning or time to prepare just to go out miles into the darkness to resolve a case of daemon infestation by a human settlement is something he's used to. having more or less 24 hours to settle down before heading out? that's luxury. the kind he hasn't seen in a decade.]
[he could make conversation with those in the briefing with him, but he's feeling deflated--overwhelmed, even. prompto will pause and stare at the lights. it's... warm. it bears with it a kind of warmth that he had thought forgotten.]
[it hurts his eyes after staring at them too long, and so he's bowing his head and rubbing at them.]
[the silence is welcome. the feeling of loneliness... prompto tries out, uncertainly, his voice quiet despite being in his head]
[...prompto feels like he was tossed into a pool without much preamble or chance to get ready. there's a funeral, then there are the burial rites, and then there's a quiet after-party. he thinks he's not entirely sure on most of what's going on, but there's food and drinks.]
[he'll fill up his plate, and it's almost like he hasn't seen food for the longest time.]
[bumping elbows with someone else in his rush for seconds, he nearly chokes on what he's chewing.]
prompto argentum
[after the briefing, prompto's actually glad they're allowed to roam about. getting pushed into a truck without much warning or time to prepare just to go out miles into the darkness to resolve a case of daemon infestation by a human settlement is something he's used to. having more or less 24 hours to settle down before heading out? that's luxury. the kind he hasn't seen in a decade.]
[he could make conversation with those in the briefing with him, but he's feeling deflated--overwhelmed, even. prompto will pause and stare at the lights. it's... warm. it bears with it a kind of warmth that he had thought forgotten.]
[it hurts his eyes after staring at them too long, and so he's bowing his head and rubbing at them.]
[the silence is welcome. the feeling of loneliness... prompto tries out, uncertainly, his voice quiet despite being in his head]
( ...Noctis? )
[he'll feel embarrassed later. maybe he's here (prompto hopes), maybe others know him. prompto looks up, uncertain, shoulders slumped over.]
DAY :020, CELEBRATE
[...prompto feels like he was tossed into a pool without much preamble or chance to get ready. there's a funeral, then there are the burial rites, and then there's a quiet after-party. he thinks he's not entirely sure on most of what's going on, but there's food and drinks.]
[he'll fill up his plate, and it's almost like he hasn't seen food for the longest time.]
[bumping elbows with someone else in his rush for seconds, he nearly chokes on what he's chewing.]
--sorry. Should take it slower, huh?