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The Roof; Late Tuesday Night [05/28].
May. 28th, 2019 01:39 pmWell, Prompto's inaugural bus caper with his fellow Drama Diamonds had been....you know what? He was going to say it was a success. Sure, they got caught, but they'd managed to get all the work on one The Bus before they did, and he actually managed to get some pretty great shots of the look on Dean Skywalker's when he did catch them. Those alone would have made the whole thing worth a million detentions...
...but, of course, shenanigans for distractions could only work so far, and, once the thrill and rush of it all had sort of passed, there was a big nasty nugget of a fact left behind that he still had things to talk to Vette about and, if he was reading things right, she may have sort of known that he had to talk to her and it was sort of hanging there, being deftly pushed aside by the two of them and their incredible shared ability to just deflect and ignore things.
But he sort of didn't want to just ignore it. He sort of just wanted to get it off his chest, if anything because it seemed like such an awkward thing to bring up to someone. At least with Nina, he could frame it in the context of her death and how saving him would have been useless, and here's why. But with Vette, there wasn't any of that. It was just letting her know so she knew, so they weren't keeping awkward secrets, so nothing wound up biting them in the ass later.
The somber landscape of the island's latest incarnation put him in a pretty good mood for it, too, especially with the excitement of their caper fading, and so he asked her to meet him on the roof once everything was settled, his guns still with him to take care of any gross bug intruders (seriously, too, why did they have to be bugs? So icky!), thinking that, yeah...this was definitely a good choice. If things got too awkward, he could just pitch himself off the side of the building...
...perfect plan.
Drama Diamonds, indeed.
[[ mostly for the one, but, hey, it's an open roof, if there are any other night owls lurking about! Details of the conversation between Vette and Prompto very much NFB, though, if you please! ]]
...but, of course, shenanigans for distractions could only work so far, and, once the thrill and rush of it all had sort of passed, there was a big nasty nugget of a fact left behind that he still had things to talk to Vette about and, if he was reading things right, she may have sort of known that he had to talk to her and it was sort of hanging there, being deftly pushed aside by the two of them and their incredible shared ability to just deflect and ignore things.
But he sort of didn't want to just ignore it. He sort of just wanted to get it off his chest, if anything because it seemed like such an awkward thing to bring up to someone. At least with Nina, he could frame it in the context of her death and how saving him would have been useless, and here's why. But with Vette, there wasn't any of that. It was just letting her know so she knew, so they weren't keeping awkward secrets, so nothing wound up biting them in the ass later.
The somber landscape of the island's latest incarnation put him in a pretty good mood for it, too, especially with the excitement of their caper fading, and so he asked her to meet him on the roof once everything was settled, his guns still with him to take care of any gross bug intruders (seriously, too, why did they have to be bugs? So icky!), thinking that, yeah...this was definitely a good choice. If things got too awkward, he could just pitch himself off the side of the building...
...perfect plan.
Drama Diamonds, indeed.
[[ mostly for the one, but, hey, it's an open roof, if there are any other night owls lurking about! Details of the conversation between Vette and Prompto very much NFB, though, if you please! ]]