[it takes him a moment to really notice who it is that he has walked into, and it's only when prompto sees who it is that he shows some mild apprehension on his face. connor. he hadn't realized he had come back, and—even then—it's not like it was a bad thing at all.]
Uh...
[for all that his drunk-adled brain can process right now, this is not quite it. he stares a while, the warm hand on his shoulder helping him settle a bit.]
Yeah, hey. Long time no see. [his face has settled on uncertainty.] It's, uh, a blue jacket, like I said and it... It's kinda big.
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Uh...
[for all that his drunk-adled brain can process right now, this is not quite it. he stares a while, the warm hand on his shoulder helping him settle a bit.]
Yeah, hey. Long time no see. [his face has settled on uncertainty.] It's, uh, a blue jacket, like I said and it... It's kinda big.
[helpful descriptions. let him have a second.]