( january catch-all )

[mercurio]

WHO: prompto & various
WHERE: throughout new amsterdam
WHEN: the month of january (ic: september)
WHAT: a bunch of random slice of life scenarios...
NOTES OR WARNINGS: PG ? (will update as necessary!)

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► HEINE

[mercurio]

[prompto's walking around the mall, wanting to find some new threads to fill up the shared wardrobe with more clothing options. it's not a necessity, but it's one of the very few things that gives him some sense of control over the current circumstances.]

[it's a bit surprising for him to encounter heine, however, standing in front of a shop that blitzes neon pink and green onto the man's pale skin, advertising for some leathery trend or another.]

[he really hopes sneaking up behind the other doesn't scare him like how their first meeting went--]

Oh! Those boots are pretty cool. Super expensive. Don't think I'd buy them for that price.

[whitehair]

[ don't encourage this guy .... he has no real income yet...

but seriously, the worst thing about being in this place was, apart from everything else, getting used to the changes to his body and senses. it feels like he's got a bag over his head constantly - not being able to see or hear who is approaching him until it's too late. Heine doesn't quite flinch as the voice sounds behind him, but he does hunch his shoulders somewhat, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. ]

Didn't ask you for opinions.

[ it's... that guy from the party. what was his name? ]

What was your name again?

[mercurio]

Prompto. You kneed me in the throat [--that's an exaggeration--] but all's forgiven. Don't think we properly exchanged names, though.

[prompto eases right at home, crossing his arms and balancing a relaxed stance, his outfit of the day. it's too hot to exist so at least he has an excuse for those extra sleeveless shirts.]

You like these kinda clothes?

[he motions towards the store, a curious glance up at the other.]

[whitehair]

[ Heine stares some more, his eyes unblinking as they rest on the other's face - a little unnerving, in the way he tilts his head slightly to one side, fixing the blond with a gaze that is both parts curious and distant. out in the daylight like this now, he should be able to tell that his eyes are red.

abruptly, like a crack opening up in the ground, like a knife slicing through fruit, Heine cracks a grin; it's more vicious than friendly, more crooked than not, and it makes him look a little manic. ]

Ah yeah, I remember that.

[ is he going to introduce himself? maybe, maybe not. give him a few more minutes. ]

Guess so.

It's better than what I got now.

[ are you.... sure.... about that. are you sure these are better than the normal clothes you have on now, the tie-dye tank he has on notwithstanding. ]

[mercurio]

Man, the least you could do is tell me your name...

[yeah, the grin was a bit on the creepy end, but prompto decides that he's going to be braver about things and prove that he can handle himself in whatever situation. he's grumbly about his words, but ends up snickering as the other points out their disaster shirt.]

I mean, with some black pants and a couple of belts [A COUPLE??] it could still be worth its weight in tie-dye.

C'mon, I'll show you the store I get my threads from. Gods forbid people think you're friendly with that shirt on.

[he'll start making his way down the street.. plz follow]