[It's probably a far cry from what Prompto may have been expecting. While he's not slumped and scarred and blinded, no starburst burns streaking across the left half of his face, he's still remarkably unkempt from what he prefers his appearance to be. He has the beginnings of hair-growth, at least, the short, soft sort of bristles from just after the 'stubble' stage. There's no glasses to refine his vision, to give him that extra sharp angle and edge, no clear lenses to glare out from. It makes the deep circles under his eyes that much more pronounced- especially with how tumultuous his arrival has been.
Not to mention the ill-fitting, worn-out clothing he'd been supplied- he's even foregoing shoes right now, the ones offered not quite fitting right.
He stands straight at the hesitant speech, though, body language filling in all the gaps that his ruffled appearance leaves. He still carries himself upright and proudly, shoulders rolled back and posture impeccable as ever.]
-Prompto. I was wondering when I might see you. [His lips quirk into a small, almost relieved smile. He had trusted Noctis, of course, that Prompto was also here, that he was fine... but seeing it is another matter entirely. There's a tired hint of wry amusement in is voice as he speaks.] I would have come visit, but it seems as though our fine patrons need more time to forge suitable documentation.
[He gestures to the cot, as though inviting a guest to take a seat.]
How are you faring here?
[If it seems as though Ignis is grasping at control of the situation? It's because he absolutely is, trying to force a semblance of normalcy into a place that's anything but.]
well he brought tribute so i guess its fine
Not to mention the ill-fitting, worn-out clothing he'd been supplied- he's even foregoing shoes right now, the ones offered not quite fitting right.
He stands straight at the hesitant speech, though, body language filling in all the gaps that his ruffled appearance leaves. He still carries himself upright and proudly, shoulders rolled back and posture impeccable as ever.]
-Prompto. I was wondering when I might see you. [His lips quirk into a small, almost relieved smile. He had trusted Noctis, of course, that Prompto was also here, that he was fine... but seeing it is another matter entirely. There's a tired hint of wry amusement in is voice as he speaks.] I would have come visit, but it seems as though our fine patrons need more time to forge suitable documentation.
[He gestures to the cot, as though inviting a guest to take a seat.]
How are you faring here?
[If it seems as though Ignis is grasping at control of the situation? It's because he absolutely is, trying to force a semblance of normalcy into a place that's anything but.]