[prompto manages to garble out through the layers of mask and cloak that he pushes off his head, nonchalantly tossing the top part of his mandatory disguise onto a corner. he's not an organized kind of guy, and to be honest, these garbs were kind of suffocating for a guy who likes no sleeves on his shirts.]
What happens if we get food poisonin'?
[but the grin on his face offers that he's asking a question that needs no answer--at least he isn't really seeking one--as he turns and looks over at the dog-statue]
Looks like a dog, but not-quite.
[he chooses a bed, dropping down with a happy sigh and arms stretched out]
barracks!
[prompto manages to garble out through the layers of mask and cloak that he pushes off his head, nonchalantly tossing the top part of his mandatory disguise onto a corner. he's not an organized kind of guy, and to be honest, these garbs were kind of suffocating for a guy who likes no sleeves on his shirts.]
What happens if we get food poisonin'?
[but the grin on his face offers that he's asking a question that needs no answer--at least he isn't really seeking one--as he turns and looks over at the dog-statue]
Looks like a dog, but not-quite.
[he chooses a bed, dropping down with a happy sigh and arms stretched out]