[Now that's strange. That almost sounds like Shortcake, except that it can't possibly be Shortcake, because he is supposed to be riding a snowmobile toward Gralea at the moment and absolutely not out in the middle of the godsforsaken desert doing who knows what.
Except that just as her own body language serves as a tell to her identity even from a distance, so too does Prompto's — the way he runs, the way he never seems to stop moving, the way it's sometimes like he's ten pounds of energy crammed into a five-pound bag. That's the kid, all right.
...He seems happy, now. Good. That's the way it ought to be.]
The hell are you doing out here, kid?
[It's brusque, but not displeased. There are worse people to run across in a place like this, and let's be real: after that little adventure in the icy wilds, she's gotten sort of fond of the kid.]
...Huh. Looks like one of us dressed for the weather, at least.
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Except that just as her own body language serves as a tell to her identity even from a distance, so too does Prompto's — the way he runs, the way he never seems to stop moving, the way it's sometimes like he's ten pounds of energy crammed into a five-pound bag. That's the kid, all right.
...He seems happy, now. Good. That's the way it ought to be.]
The hell are you doing out here, kid?
[It's brusque, but not displeased. There are worse people to run across in a place like this, and let's be real: after that little adventure in the icy wilds, she's gotten sort of fond of the kid.]
...Huh. Looks like one of us dressed for the weather, at least.