[here is someone who despite everything is still, very much, a kid at heart. thirty years old? with the idea that there's no eternal night, that there's actual food, and his freckles are more visible on his pale skin, he wants to enjoy what little comforts he can get.]
[for all those wondering: prompto is team towel]
'ey, welcome.
[he greets casually, an innocent smile on his face, as he stands outside the privacy screens--or close to the pool. listen, any place is fair, and it's clear by his twisting a towel between his hands what exactly he's up to. surely, this blond, naked but for a towel wrapped tightly around his waist and mending injuries on his body couldn't possibly be up to no good...]
[if you engage... get ready to fight him. all in good fun, of course!]
B. CALM WATERS, NO MORE SMACKING
Aahh...
[eventually, prompto tires of his game (or someone pulled a fast one on him and he got too embarrassed to keep it up) and retires into the pools of the sauna]
I had a good run.
[he says cheerily, arms over the edge as he lets himself bask in the soothing, warm waters. showering before coming in was a blessing--soaking in an actual sauna? a luxury.]
[at another occupant of the pool, he turns his head]
Can't say how I feel about bathing in the same pool someone bled out in, but I'm tryin' not to think about it too much.
[not...the best conversation, but. this is prompto. take him or leave him.]
OTA, feel free to threadjack etc
[here is someone who despite everything is still, very much, a kid at heart. thirty years old? with the idea that there's no eternal night, that there's actual food, and his freckles are more visible on his pale skin, he wants to enjoy what little comforts he can get.]
[for all those wondering: prompto is team towel]
'ey, welcome.
[he greets casually, an innocent smile on his face, as he stands outside the privacy screens--or close to the pool. listen, any place is fair, and it's clear by his twisting a towel between his hands what exactly he's up to. surely, this blond, naked but for a towel wrapped tightly around his waist and mending injuries on his body couldn't possibly be up to no good...]
[if you engage... get ready to fight him. all in good fun, of course!]
B. CALM WATERS, NO MORE SMACKING
Aahh...
[eventually, prompto tires of his game (or someone pulled a fast one on him and he got too embarrassed to keep it up) and retires into the pools of the sauna]
I had a good run.
[he says cheerily, arms over the edge as he lets himself bask in the soothing, warm waters. showering before coming in was a blessing--soaking in an actual sauna? a luxury.]
[at another occupant of the pool, he turns his head]
Can't say how I feel about bathing in the same pool someone bled out in, but I'm tryin' not to think about it too much.
[not...the best conversation, but. this is prompto. take him or leave him.]