[There's no reply to that. Only moments passing, before V becomes visible once he turns a corner, ambling (like he said) down a long alleyway that would normally lead back to the safehouse. He has his cane in hand, but carries it in a loose grip instead of utilizing it just yet; it appears as if his time cooped up in one place has granted him energy enough to walk easily without needing it.
Until he comes to a stop next to Prompto, of course, in which the tip of said cane taps against the ground for him to lean against.]
Well. Here I am.
[Dressed plainly, in Morningstar-given clothing; but like before, his color choices all run dark.]
no subject
Until he comes to a stop next to Prompto, of course, in which the tip of said cane taps against the ground for him to lean against.]
Well. Here I am.
[Dressed plainly, in Morningstar-given clothing; but like before, his color choices all run dark.]
Lead the way.