"Oooh, you went paintballing?" asked Prompto, his eyes lighting up a little, voice a little awed and totally jealous. Because of course that was what he latched onto the most. "Man, I bet you kicked ass, too, I feel sorry for all the other players, probably didn't even know what hit 'em!"
He grinned a little and then shrugged, figuring out how to answer the return question. "I'm okay, I guess," he offered, truthfully enough, and gestured toward the new rig taking over the desk on his side of the room. "Spent most of today putting this together so, you know, me and the guys could still do...our run tonight. S'no way it would have been anything but lag-city on what I had before."
Especially not after getting used to his C.I.C. set-up. Probably all fried up to cinders now. He'd put so much work into that rig, some really brilliant work, too, if even he said so himself, and now it--
--nope. Not going to think about it. Thinking about it only made the pain of the loss that much deeper. He was determined to not let any of the news bother him. Or, at the very least, not let anyone know that he was kind of pretty much devastated.
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He grinned a little and then shrugged, figuring out how to answer the return question. "I'm okay, I guess," he offered, truthfully enough, and gestured toward the new rig taking over the desk on his side of the room. "Spent most of today putting this together so, you know, me and the guys could still do...our run tonight. S'no way it would have been anything but lag-city on what I had before."
Especially not after getting used to his C.I.C. set-up. Probably all fried up to cinders now. He'd put so much work into that rig, some really brilliant work, too, if even he said so himself, and now it--
--nope. Not going to think about it. Thinking about it only made the pain of the loss that much deeper. He was determined to not let any of the news bother him. Or, at the very least, not let anyone know that he was kind of pretty much devastated.