[He’ll remember this for later. Point out exactly how ridiculous he’s acting and the fallacy of his logic, something to amuse himself over a day or two from now. But when the cane is returned, he barely has a chance to grip at his hilt before Prompto is behind him, hands pressed at his back.
V moves because he has no choice, unless he wants to stumble face-forward onto the ground.]
You want—
[Ugh, they’ve crossed the threshold of the balcony and now he’s inside again, the loud music and swelling laughter catching in his ears.]
Are you really expecting me to go asking around for your jacket among all these people?
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V moves because he has no choice, unless he wants to stumble face-forward onto the ground.]
You want—
[Ugh, they’ve crossed the threshold of the balcony and now he’s inside again, the loud music and swelling laughter catching in his ears.]
Are you really expecting me to go asking around for your jacket among all these people?
[Why can’t Prompto ever chill?]
Just buy another one.