[ surely Prompto would maybe feel a little badly about leaving Aranea hanging like that. she will likely have as much trouble walking as him at this point! but when his mind gets set on something, it becomes difficult to deflect him elsewhere. she's likely learned that by now. the idea of actually having a "date" with the Commodore excited him to no degree, and even if she's hardly compliant every step of the way, she has to realize she's being dragged along if she wants anything pleasuring out of this. ]
Mmmm, yup. You kinda broke a lot of glass in the Regalia. Guess who the guys will blame for that? Me. Guess who will have to pay that back too? Me. You just don't want to find out you like spending time with me when it doesn't involve my cock.
Prompto fears for his life on the long trek to the resort, and he equally fears he will inconveniently run into the rest of the gang and have to explain everything that has occurred lest they kill him instead. he only begins to rest easy when they're sitting down in a private corner of the restaurant and alcohol is presented as a peace offering of sorts. considering the look she is still given him, he imagines it will take some time. ]
I... I mentioned I loved you, right? Loooove... you...
[ she's chugging down that wine of hers like it's water and he hesitantly sips at a glass of his own all the while. his foot extends from underneath the table in an attempt to affectionately stroke her leg, yet there's nothing but an uncomfortable clang as he hits the armored part covering her knee instead. ]
O-ow...
[ maybe he's regretting this finally. it sounded like a good idea at the time, okay!! ]
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Mmmm, yup. You kinda broke a lot of glass in the Regalia. Guess who the guys will blame for that? Me. Guess who will have to pay that back too? Me. You just don't want to find out you like spending time with me when it doesn't involve my cock.
[ touchΓ©, young man. touchΓ©.
Prompto fears for his life on the long trek to the resort, and he equally fears he will inconveniently run into the rest of the gang and have to explain everything that has occurred lest they kill him instead. he only begins to rest easy when they're sitting down in a private corner of the restaurant and alcohol is presented as a peace offering of sorts. considering the look she is still given him, he imagines it will take some time. ]
I... I mentioned I loved you, right? Loooove... you...
[ she's chugging down that wine of hers like it's water and he hesitantly sips at a glass of his own all the while. his foot extends from underneath the table in an attempt to affectionately stroke her leg, yet there's nothing but an uncomfortable clang as he hits the armored part covering her knee instead. ]
O-ow...
[ maybe he's regretting this finally. it sounded like a good idea at the time, okay!! ]