[After all is said and done, V simply isn’t much of a party-goer. There’s only so much he can appreciate the lurid lights and the thumping bass beat, even if they had been so graciously delegated to the VIP lounge. After all, that comes with its own brand of expectations — expensive drinks, dancing, and chatting it up with strangers. Not the sort of cloth that V was ever cut from, and probably never will be.
So it’s no surprise that after the party’s gone on for a while yet, V can be found outside, enjoying the nightly chill. A blessed departure from the wave of warm bodies inside.
He’s leaning against the building, arms crossed, cane held under an arm and dressed all in black. Prompto comes stumbling into his vision, asking about a jacket, and a dark brow lifts.]
The one you had me watch over?
[The one that is nowhere to be seen, definitely not on V’s person.]
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So it’s no surprise that after the party’s gone on for a while yet, V can be found outside, enjoying the nightly chill. A blessed departure from the wave of warm bodies inside.
He’s leaning against the building, arms crossed, cane held under an arm and dressed all in black. Prompto comes stumbling into his vision, asking about a jacket, and a dark brow lifts.]
The one you had me watch over?
[The one that is nowhere to be seen, definitely not on V’s person.]