[the words that v says are like blows of feel-good energy. there's no real virtue to them, but they don't seem to contest with prompto's more nebulous, detrimental thoughts about himself. rather, they seem to help the good that he knows he has shine more.]
[the thanks aren't said due to their being unnecessary, a smile fitting onto his face with ease.]
Yeah, like you're a big couch-user anyway.
[v has his preferences in furniture, and it's the armchair he's on right now that suffers his attention most days, witness to softly-spoken poetry or the light tap of fingers to the rhythm of a symphony or two.]
[his eyes reach the other's amused look, some hesitation in his words.]
I was thinking of ordering somethin' for lunch. [he braves on with a casual air (but for the way he turns his camera over in his hands, seems to shift too much on the spot).] Dunno if you'd want something, too?
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[the thanks aren't said due to their being unnecessary, a smile fitting onto his face with ease.]
Yeah, like you're a big couch-user anyway.
[v has his preferences in furniture, and it's the armchair he's on right now that suffers his attention most days, witness to softly-spoken poetry or the light tap of fingers to the rhythm of a symphony or two.]
[his eyes reach the other's amused look, some hesitation in his words.]
I was thinking of ordering somethin' for lunch. [he braves on with a casual air (but for the way he turns his camera over in his hands, seems to shift too much on the spot).] Dunno if you'd want something, too?
[you know, roommates stuff.]