[At least V finds the patterned design on the umbrella itself novel, if a little cliche. He especially likes the little trail of black cats, with the tails in the air, weaving in-between the skulls and witch hats.
Prompto seems to have a liking for it, at any rate, if how closely he keeps it to his body is of any indication. V doesn’t seem to care; he has no need for a broken umbrella.]
It was.
[Again, eyes sweep across Prompto, as if trying to judge just how interested he really might be.]
no subject
Prompto seems to have a liking for it, at any rate, if how closely he keeps it to his body is of any indication. V doesn’t seem to care; he has no need for a broken umbrella.]
It was.
[Again, eyes sweep across Prompto, as if trying to judge just how interested he really might be.]
William Blake. Are you familiar with him?