[He cracked a small, nervous smile at the 'scolding', looking down as he swayed back and forth with the shaking. Maybe he wasn't the best student, but he wasn't the type to be a troublemaker, either. He had respect for his elders and superiors in general. Perhaps he could be coaxed away from it a little, but Nyx would always have seniority over him.
Man, good thing he didn't wake up to realize he'd been drooling on Cor.]
You were part of the Kingsglaive? Cool.
[Definitely not the response they always got, but Prompto was an outsider, like they were. Though he'd never really told other people about it, he'd admired them for that and wished that he could be more like them. They were tough outsiders who were fighting the Empire.
Prompto knew everyone didn't view them that way. It just added to his worry about someone finding out that he wasn't from Lucis.
He did slump down slightly, but he dragged out his camera but just looked at the black screen on his lap, like it was an excuse not to look Nyx directly in the eye, instead keeping his gaze somewhat downward even when he glanced in the other man's direction, eyes oft wandering back to the device he was fiddling mindlessly with.]
So that jacket... [He asked in a more low-key tone, indicating the one that Ignis had.] ...is yours?
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Man, good thing he didn't wake up to realize he'd been drooling on Cor.]
You were part of the Kingsglaive? Cool.
[Definitely not the response they always got, but Prompto was an outsider, like they were. Though he'd never really told other people about it, he'd admired them for that and wished that he could be more like them. They were tough outsiders who were fighting the Empire.
Prompto knew everyone didn't view them that way. It just added to his worry about someone finding out that he wasn't from Lucis.
He did slump down slightly, but he dragged out his camera but just looked at the black screen on his lap, like it was an excuse not to look Nyx directly in the eye, instead keeping his gaze somewhat downward even when he glanced in the other man's direction, eyes oft wandering back to the device he was fiddling mindlessly with.]
So that jacket... [He asked in a more low-key tone, indicating the one that Ignis had.] ...is yours?