[prompto cannot actually believe that he spent the first day of halloween stressed from head to toes. the relief of seeing the newcomer he had lost to the police actually being okay and back at the safehouse— he sure did sleep like a baby after the tension left his body.]
[he's gone for most of the day but returns towards the evening, deciding to get going with an errand and finding just the right thing to reintroduce himself to the man. (in many ways, prompto felt guilty for not bringing him in quickly and more effectively, so he wants to make up for it.) no halloween costume for him this time around—just jeans and a sweater—as he walks into the safehouse and makes a beeline for the man, who sits at a chair looking like he has no interest in keeping company.]
Hey.
[sighing, prompto sits down on a chair nearby, disturbing the relative silence by scraping the floor. he's brought the umbrella he had bought the first night, half-bent state, and another item, obviously a cane.]
I totally made it on time.
[maybe it's... childish, but he doesn't know how to break the ice.]
opens up another can and pours it in glass
[he's gone for most of the day but returns towards the evening, deciding to get going with an errand and finding just the right thing to reintroduce himself to the man. (in many ways, prompto felt guilty for not bringing him in quickly and more effectively, so he wants to make up for it.) no halloween costume for him this time around—just jeans and a sweater—as he walks into the safehouse and makes a beeline for the man, who sits at a chair looking like he has no interest in keeping company.]
Hey.
[sighing, prompto sits down on a chair nearby, disturbing the relative silence by scraping the floor. he's brought the umbrella he had bought the first night, half-bent state, and another item, obviously a cane.]
I totally made it on time.
[maybe it's... childish, but he doesn't know how to break the ice.]
How are you feeling? Got you these, by the way.