[Prompto’s right: V has no real interest in keeping company, having chosen a spot in the corner of the common area to specifically avoid the path of foot traffic and extroverts alike. And yet here comes a familiar face, heralded by a familiar voice — less energetic than he remembers, though, noting it idly — and dark eyes sharpen with focus, tearing his attention away from his experimentations with his new implant.
The first thing he notes is the cane, of course, gaze sliding sliding up from its tip to its hilt; then to the umbrella, bent at its middle; then Prompto himself, plopping down on the chair across from him.
V looks less pale than when the young man first found him. The drugs having worn off have erased his nausea, and the sensation of awakening from a months-long nap has eased from his bones. He can move better, even sits a little straighter in his seat — and an arm extends, scrawled with dark tattoos (visible since he’s wearing only a threadbare short-sleeved tee as given to him by Morningstar in the color black), palm facing up.]
May I see it?
[The cane, he means. Everything else, the question included, is ignored for now.]
slaps it out of your hands....if we have to delete this thread later i'll laugh at u
The first thing he notes is the cane, of course, gaze sliding sliding up from its tip to its hilt; then to the umbrella, bent at its middle; then Prompto himself, plopping down on the chair across from him.
V looks less pale than when the young man first found him. The drugs having worn off have erased his nausea, and the sensation of awakening from a months-long nap has eased from his bones. He can move better, even sits a little straighter in his seat — and an arm extends, scrawled with dark tattoos (visible since he’s wearing only a threadbare short-sleeved tee as given to him by Morningstar in the color black), palm facing up.]
May I see it?
[The cane, he means. Everything else, the question included, is ignored for now.]