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Room 303; Saturday Morning [04/13].
Apr. 13th, 2019 05:45 amBarely even aware that this was the complete opposite of nearly every single on his his peers, Prompto felt as though everything about the last week was nothing shy of amazing. Incredible. It had been like some hazy-dream fog that he half thought couldn't even be real, and it had all culminated into...this. Honestly, when he woke up that morning, he was pretty sure it all was a dream, it had to have been, there was no possible stinkin' way...
He even went as far as to grunt in disappointment, then moved to roll over to his back to just sort of stare at the ceiling and brood about it for a little while until he managed to drag himself out of bed for his morning run. At least it had been a nice dream, a great one, though he might have a little trouble looking Yang in the eye when he saw her next.
...which...was...right now, he discovered as he rolled over and rolled into her. And then his brain did a sharp jerk in the other direction because, holy shit, it wasn't a dream at all, it actually happened. After the dance, they went up to his room, and...and...
Holy shit.
It was way too early for Prompto's brain to even begin to process this right now.
But just you wait, Prompto. Just you wait, because that wasn't even the half of it.
[[ a room post? for another person in a bed and a tiny to-be-arriving visitor? On this weekend?? Surely, you jest! But yes, for the girl, and that other girl, but not Girl. And open after that, if anyone wants, why the heck not? ]]
He even went as far as to grunt in disappointment, then moved to roll over to his back to just sort of stare at the ceiling and brood about it for a little while until he managed to drag himself out of bed for his morning run. At least it had been a nice dream, a great one, though he might have a little trouble looking Yang in the eye when he saw her next.
...which...was...right now, he discovered as he rolled over and rolled into her. And then his brain did a sharp jerk in the other direction because, holy shit, it wasn't a dream at all, it actually happened. After the dance, they went up to his room, and...and...
Holy shit.
It was way too early for Prompto's brain to even begin to process this right now.
But just you wait, Prompto. Just you wait, because that wasn't even the half of it.
[[ a room post? for another person in a bed and a tiny to-be-arriving visitor? On this weekend?? Surely, you jest! But yes, for the girl, and that other girl, but not Girl. And open after that, if anyone wants, why the heck not? ]]