[ easy questions that Heero can answer almost mechanically, giving Prompto precious little else to read about him - so much that an apparent lack of personality is the most remarkable thing about this short, glowering teenager. that, and the constellation of faded-to-fading scars webbing his shoulders. ]
About two months. There was a second wave of new arrivals before you.
[ there is another extended, unhelpful silence wherein Heero is visibly ruminating on something he doesn't yet announce, his gaze cast aside and brows knitted.
then he looks over Prompto's shoulder, in the direction he came from. is there a new shop - a trap? Heero knew it: he was right to be wary! ]
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About two months. There was a second wave of new arrivals before you.
[ there is another extended, unhelpful silence wherein Heero is visibly ruminating on something he doesn't yet announce, his gaze cast aside and brows knitted.
then he looks over Prompto's shoulder, in the direction he came from. is there a new shop - a trap? Heero knew it: he was right to be wary! ]
The food hasn't been suspicious until now.