[at v's approach and consequent question, prompto grins and raises his hand to make show of a set of leather cuffs—black material twined into designs, dark beads one layer; black with metallic circles, intricate skull badges around the center—all part of his aesthetic.]
I got what I wanted.
[exiting from every distracting application on his implant, he busies himself with looking through v's selection of clothes (an innocent habit of getting his nose in other people's business, if nothing else) and keeping a mental count of them.]
At least you're consistent. [blacks and blues. he gives a pat to the top of the clothes on v's arm] Y'wanna check out shoes real quick or you good?
no subject
I got what I wanted.
[exiting from every distracting application on his implant, he busies himself with looking through v's selection of clothes (an innocent habit of getting his nose in other people's business, if nothing else) and keeping a mental count of them.]
At least you're consistent. [blacks and blues. he gives a pat to the top of the clothes on v's arm] Y'wanna check out shoes real quick or you good?