Hey, hey! You're looking just wonderful today! Mind if I take a picture?
[he smiles, as charming as he can be with his boyish features. he holds up his camera and motions towards it. what's the best way to make others happy, but to make them feel they are definitely worth the trouble of getting asked to have their picture taken.]
I promise I'll catch your best side.
B. LOCKED TO ARDYN / MARCH 17
[prompto woke up feeling an even greater urge to do what he's always aimed for: to spread cheer and make others happy. the idea of this being a competitive situation is part of what pushes him forward, but the idea of making the mood of others improve is his main goal here.]
[he'll start with making his family from home happy. he is no ignis in terms of cooking (or in any way, to be honest), but he knows how to prepare the most basic of cakes. he's pretty sure he's seen the ingredients for it in the store--and he's compelled to hurry there first thing soon after he wakes up to start baking.]
[the idea that the smell of vanilla cake baking in the oven will undoubtedly thrill his housemates spurs him on, smiling and humming to himself as he hurries into one of the stores, checking his hair (and the lack of gel...) on a reflective surface. he's already picked out a few eggs and flour, all he needs]
Milk, milk~ Making bones grow strong and shoot up tall♪
[he just about misses it, when he turns away from the glass door to continue down a different aisle, that he's not quite that alone.]
C. POST-ARDYN ENCOUNTER + ONWARDS
[part of him doesn't want to show his face at all, but he's got no choice. he's got nowhere else to go. between the bleeding and the bruises colouring on his pale skin, he's running out of excuses to tell himself it's fine; that he can handle this.]
[it hurts, more than just physically.]
[heavy with the weight of pain, he lands himself on his knees, back to a nearby building's wall. the blood over his eyes makes his vision blurry--and trying to clear that up with the back of his hand only makes things worse.]
[he just--needs to catch his breath; gather his energy. maybe it's best he heads to the clinic, were someone to find him.]
D. WILDCARD
[where do you want and/or need him? hit me up with something!]
prompto / team delight
Hey, hey! You're looking just wonderful today! Mind if I take a picture?
[he smiles, as charming as he can be with his boyish features. he holds up his camera and motions towards it. what's the best way to make others happy, but to make them feel they are definitely worth the trouble of getting asked to have their picture taken.]
I promise I'll catch your best side.
B. LOCKED TO ARDYN / MARCH 17
[prompto woke up feeling an even greater urge to do what he's always aimed for: to spread cheer and make others happy. the idea of this being a competitive situation is part of what pushes him forward, but the idea of making the mood of others improve is his main goal here.]
[he'll start with making his family from home happy. he is no ignis in terms of cooking (or in any way, to be honest), but he knows how to prepare the most basic of cakes. he's pretty sure he's seen the ingredients for it in the store--and he's compelled to hurry there first thing soon after he wakes up to start baking.]
[the idea that the smell of vanilla cake baking in the oven will undoubtedly thrill his housemates spurs him on, smiling and humming to himself as he hurries into one of the stores, checking his hair (and the lack of gel...) on a reflective surface. he's already picked out a few eggs and flour, all he needs]
Milk, milk~ Making bones grow strong and shoot up tall♪
[he just about misses it, when he turns away from the glass door to continue down a different aisle, that he's not quite that alone.]
C. POST-ARDYN ENCOUNTER + ONWARDS
[part of him doesn't want to show his face at all, but he's got no choice. he's got nowhere else to go. between the bleeding and the bruises colouring on his pale skin, he's running out of excuses to tell himself it's fine; that he can handle this.]
[it hurts, more than just physically.]
[heavy with the weight of pain, he lands himself on his knees, back to a nearby building's wall. the blood over his eyes makes his vision blurry--and trying to clear that up with the back of his hand only makes things worse.]
[he just--needs to catch his breath; gather his energy. maybe it's best he heads to the clinic, were someone to find him.]
D. WILDCARD
[where do you want and/or need him? hit me up with something!]