Two months? Seriously? [ he sighs, clearly feeling a little defeated by that news. ] And outside the food, what? Everything's always been this weird?
[ a looming sense of dread if he stands in one empty spot for so long. no people, no signs or words on anything. it's just strange, and prompto can't say he cares for any of it because it gives him time to be alone with his thoughts. thoughts that haven't been sorted out in a long time.
at least he's not wanting to confess any other truths out loud right now. ]
How's that even happen? [ it's mostly rhetorical, but still. how??? ]
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[ a looming sense of dread if he stands in one empty spot for so long. no people, no signs or words on anything. it's just strange, and prompto can't say he cares for any of it because it gives him time to be alone with his thoughts. thoughts that haven't been sorted out in a long time.
at least he's not wanting to confess any other truths out loud right now. ]
How's that even happen? [ it's mostly rhetorical, but still. how??? ]