[He can’t stop it before the cane is slipped from his grasp, wrangled away by Prompto even as he tries to keep hold of it. For a moment, he’s reminded of the prank Griffon had played on him, and vague irritation flares up in his chest, just a small thing—
But it’s replaced by something almost disbelieving as the other just... wanders like five feet away and lays his cane flat on the ground between them.]
You...
[V can only comprehend the point Prompto is trying to make in that “drunken logic” kind of way. There’s a moment where he just stares, brow furrowed, but something tugging lopsidedly at his lips.]
Right. What a shame that someone’s stolen off with it. A drunken thief in the night. Whatever shall I do?
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But it’s replaced by something almost disbelieving as the other just... wanders like five feet away and lays his cane flat on the ground between them.]
You...
[V can only comprehend the point Prompto is trying to make in that “drunken logic” kind of way. There’s a moment where he just stares, brow furrowed, but something tugging lopsidedly at his lips.]
Right. What a shame that someone’s stolen off with it. A drunken thief in the night. Whatever shall I do?