[there's a bit of a confused silence at the poem, and even prompto's feeling that scalding burn from second-hand embarrassment—were it not for some people hooting and awkwardly clapping, because it was actually pretty exceptional the way that much was delivered.]
[prompto feels his cheeks burn except he's smiling, awkwardly laughing as he gets a couple of claps on the back from the party-goers around him, cheers bursting forward and loud as v proclaims a jostle of birthday congratulations is in order.]
[truth be told, he's having a hard time peeling his eyes away from v. he cannot believe that he actually did it! it might be worth forgetting about the jacket dilemma at all.]
Prom!
—ah!
[and that's his jacket being thrown about]
Give it up for this young man, and now put your hands up for some NOISE.
[the feedback of the microphone goes a little wild as the music resumes again, bass boosted louder than before. prompto's gonna spend x number of minutes playing jump-and-catch for his jacket, being thrown around by the crowd. he's caught in a few mosh pits and turned around a few times with people wanting to dance.]
[he exits the dance floor clutching his jacket and pretty much rolling onto the floor and deciding it's best if he just lies down there on his back for a bit, catch his breath and all that.]
[opening his eyes, he's more than enthused to see v nearby. he raises his jacket, victorious]
no subject
[prompto feels his cheeks burn except he's smiling, awkwardly laughing as he gets a couple of claps on the back from the party-goers around him, cheers bursting forward and loud as v proclaims a jostle of birthday congratulations is in order.]
[truth be told, he's having a hard time peeling his eyes away from v. he cannot believe that he actually did it! it might be worth forgetting about the jacket dilemma at all.]
Prom!
—ah!
[and that's his jacket being thrown about]
Give it up for this young man, and now put your hands up for some NOISE.
[the feedback of the microphone goes a little wild as the music resumes again, bass boosted louder than before. prompto's gonna spend x number of minutes playing jump-and-catch for his jacket, being thrown around by the crowd. he's caught in a few mosh pits and turned around a few times with people wanting to dance.]
[he exits the dance floor clutching his jacket and pretty much rolling onto the floor and deciding it's best if he just lies down there on his back for a bit, catch his breath and all that.]
[opening his eyes, he's more than enthused to see v nearby. he raises his jacket, victorious]
Hey! I got it!