[Twenty plays of the chocobo theme and one rousing rendition of Justice Monsters later, Prompto's feeling... well, still not good, really, but better. Like something capable of facing the facts as they stand, here, if not facing himself.
That's what he tells himself, anyway, as he takes off Chloe's soft shirts and pulls on his full Crownsguard fatigues instead. The Lucian colors. The punk patches.
Now fully kitted out, Prompto knocks on Thomas's door and crosses his arms to wait.]
Closed to Thomas
That's what he tells himself, anyway, as he takes off Chloe's soft shirts and pulls on his full Crownsguard fatigues instead. The Lucian colors. The punk patches.
Now fully kitted out, Prompto knocks on Thomas's door and crosses his arms to wait.]