[prompto pauses at eugenides, turning to look the man over for a few surprised seconds before he registers who he is looking at. prompto wipes at the blood on his face, ever trickling down, with his sleeve—keeps himself steady and brings his arm back inside the train.]
What are you talking about? We can't stay here!
[it's obvious, perhaps, but prompto isn't feeling too patient, what how things are starting to feel real claustrophobic in here and people are starting to get anxious about getting out.]
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What are you talking about? We can't stay here!
[it's obvious, perhaps, but prompto isn't feeling too patient, what how things are starting to feel real claustrophobic in here and people are starting to get anxious about getting out.]