[ The thing about it all is... he wants to like her.
Before, it's not as if he'd known her, had any memories of them being together, and while he could see the appeal – even his other self had known what was up, good job other him – that still didn't negate the fact it was awkward. But worse than that, apparently, is waking up in some dim room on a mat on the floor curled up against her. At first, he's not conscious of where he is and who he's with, feeling dazed and groggy and very much not his usual self, and he rests a hand on warm skin, unsure if he's trying to press closer or push whoever it is away until consciousness really seeps in. Then, it's the size of the room and how musty it is that forces him to sit up, hand pushing at his hair in an attempt to think.
What was the last thing he remembered? Did he remember anything?
... at least he knew his name.
Everything else felt like a blur though, glancing down at his fingers and flexing them, trying to get his body motivated to move because... yeah, he's definitely in bed with a pretty, half-naked girl he'd only met once and – Prompto blinks at the simple band around his finger. That, too, is completely new. ]
Hey. [ His voice sounds a bit weird, mostly dry and unused for the most part, and he tries to ignore the way he flushes just a little when he reaches over to gently shake her. ] Are you okay? We should probably get outta here.
[ he seemed like a nice boy. alisaie has never entertained dating beyond brief thoughts, but sure - he's not a bad choice. but she didn't know him, the same as he didn't know her, and so the entire knowledge was awkward indeed.
she'd been talking to someone about food, she thought. but now her she was waking up, only half dressed and entirely too groggy. someone asks if she's okay, shaking her shoulder, and
like the seventeen year old she is, she swats at their hand, grumbling. then she realizes she's in bed with someone else and gives a startled yell.
she's a flurry of movement, first rolling out of bed and falling out of it, then reaching up to grab the blanket when she realizes she's half naked and flinging it over her shoulders as she stands, eyes wild. ]
Who are you? Where are we?
[ and once she's stopped moving, she squints at the man on the bed. ]
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Before, it's not as if he'd known her, had any memories of them being together, and while he could see the appeal – even his other self had known what was up, good job other him – that still didn't negate the fact it was awkward. But worse than that, apparently, is waking up in some dim room on a mat on the floor curled up against her. At first, he's not conscious of where he is and who he's with, feeling dazed and groggy and very much not his usual self, and he rests a hand on warm skin, unsure if he's trying to press closer or push whoever it is away until consciousness really seeps in. Then, it's the size of the room and how musty it is that forces him to sit up, hand pushing at his hair in an attempt to think.
What was the last thing he remembered? Did he remember anything?
... at least he knew his name.
Everything else felt like a blur though, glancing down at his fingers and flexing them, trying to get his body motivated to move because... yeah, he's definitely in bed with a pretty, half-naked girl he'd only met once and – Prompto blinks at the simple band around his finger. That, too, is completely new. ]
Hey. [ His voice sounds a bit weird, mostly dry and unused for the most part, and he tries to ignore the way he flushes just a little when he reaches over to gently shake her. ] Are you okay? We should probably get outta here.
[ Wherever here is. ]
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she'd been talking to someone about food, she thought. but now her she was waking up, only half dressed and entirely too groggy. someone asks if she's okay, shaking her shoulder, and
like the seventeen year old she is, she swats at their hand, grumbling. then she realizes she's in bed with someone else and gives a startled yell.
she's a flurry of movement, first rolling out of bed and falling out of it, then reaching up to grab the blanket when she realizes she's half naked and flinging it over her shoulders as she stands, eyes wild. ]
Who are you? Where are we?
[ and once she's stopped moving, she squints at the man on the bed. ]
Prompto?