[Yae has all the time, and the patience, in the world to wait. In fact, she's not overly bothered by the delay at all — she's chosen a vantage close enough to the ice cream shop that she's able to see everyone who goes in and out, and so far it has served her well as a source of entertainment in an otherwise dry, empty city. Still, she is curious about this particular boy. It isn't every day she encounters a human brimming with so much optimism and well-intended friendliness. They're all from different planes of existence; so what exactly is his own like?
She has the advantage of knowing what he looks like, so when Prompto does manage to find his way to the shop, Yae Miko springs her appearance without hesitation — still dressed in the traditional clothing of a shrine maiden, risque bare shoulders and thighs, complete with a golden headpiece and the sleek, pink ears of a fox. Perhaps not what he expected.]
Hello there, you must be Prompto. I've been waiting for you.
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[Yae has all the time, and the patience, in the world to wait. In fact, she's not overly bothered by the delay at all — she's chosen a vantage close enough to the ice cream shop that she's able to see everyone who goes in and out, and so far it has served her well as a source of entertainment in an otherwise dry, empty city. Still, she is curious about this particular boy. It isn't every day she encounters a human brimming with so much optimism and well-intended friendliness. They're all from different planes of existence; so what exactly is his own like?
She has the advantage of knowing what he looks like, so when Prompto does manage to find his way to the shop, Yae Miko springs her appearance without hesitation — still dressed in the traditional clothing of a shrine maiden, risque bare shoulders and thighs, complete with a golden headpiece and the sleek, pink ears of a fox. Perhaps not what he expected.]
Hello there, you must be Prompto. I've been waiting for you.