[ who let you be a thing, Prompto???? who let you?? ]
Er—are you certain about this?
[ even as he asks this, tho, he's lifting the perminant ink marker to Prompto's skin. his thumb brushes against his shoulder, pulling him back to get a decent look. it's not a lot of flesh that touches, but it's a bit, and Prompto can feel Loki's curiousity and bewilderment in response to the request.
when he realizes what's happening, he draws his thumb back onto the safety of the fabric above. ]
Hm.
[ and he begins to scribe distinct, neatly drawn runes. they have depth to them, a sort of flair that Loki puts in all of his writing. ]
no subject
Er—are you certain about this?
[ even as he asks this, tho, he's lifting the perminant ink marker to Prompto's skin. his thumb brushes against his shoulder, pulling him back to get a decent look. it's not a lot of flesh that touches, but it's a bit, and Prompto can feel Loki's curiousity and bewilderment in response to the request.
when he realizes what's happening, he draws his thumb back onto the safety of the fabric above. ]
Hm.
[ and he begins to scribe distinct, neatly drawn runes. they have depth to them, a sort of flair that Loki puts in all of his writing. ]