[It isn't easy to hear V over the chaotic noise of their surroundings. Cain leans, hand cupped over an ear, barely capturing the sound of that laughter as it rises and is swallowed by the competing sensory input of loud music and raucous partygoers.]
Well, you're definitely not gonna get that here.
[A sweep of Cain's gaze evaluates him in comparison to Prompto's posts. The two next to each other, too-bright and too-dark, makes him wonder.]
How the hell did you even meet? You're, uh. One of us, right?
[Has to be. V should know what he means. Otherwise, Prompto picked him out of the city at large, and V doesn't seem natural to New Amsterdam by any means. Cain could perhaps be more subtle, but as that isn't his way, here they are.]
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Well, you're definitely not gonna get that here.
[A sweep of Cain's gaze evaluates him in comparison to Prompto's posts. The two next to each other, too-bright and too-dark, makes him wonder.]
How the hell did you even meet? You're, uh. One of us, right?
[Has to be. V should know what he means. Otherwise, Prompto picked him out of the city at large, and V doesn't seem natural to New Amsterdam by any means. Cain could perhaps be more subtle, but as that isn't his way, here they are.]