[prompto nearly gives himself whiplash when he hears v talking and, unsurprisingly, his attention zeroes on the man and prompto makes his way outside, trying to not have his feet betray him. he's too warm from drinking, he can't possibly sense the cold.]
What do you mean!
[that's a heavy hand on one of his arms, for balance.]
no subject
What do you mean!
[that's a heavy hand on one of his arms, for balance.]
You said you'd look after it!
[v did not.]