[ Aranea's appeared to save the gang from some pretty tight spots in the past, but it usually involved fearsome daemons, not mundane situations like being stuck in a damn car. Prompto didn't expect much when he begged for her to come, partially because of her personality and because she couldn't have had the time to deal with his bullshit. apparently she did, and once his heart's done threatening to burst from the confines of his chest, he starts to appreciate the way she (coldly) offers her assistance.
he has enough time to sit there in the car and just bask in her beauty, from that badass helmet of hers to the... lovely... shape of her chest plates down yonder. she is far too gorgeous to spend her time on a doofus like him, and he's to this day still reeling in regards to the both of them having had sex. sure, yes, he owes her an insane amount of gil that he is still making excuses to go onto hunts for, but he can't help but hope she thinks back on it with some form of fondness. maybe. maybe he will have a chance to ask when he's done getting his soul gazed into by her piercing eyes. ]
Heeeey, what? Just go get the othersβ [ Prompto had the same idea as she did, but Aranea wasn't having it. she's circling the vehicle like it's prey and he's just going to. curl up in his seat, pressing his back into the very same window he had been peering through. she prepares him to the best of her ability and he just whimpers, fearing that the Regalia will either shoot Thundaga at her or pierce his eardrums. neither things happen the tip of her lance makes contact with the glass, though he still reels back and slams his head against the glass behind him. ow.
he looks down at all of the shards on the floorboard and groans, knowing he will still be blamed for this regardless of why he was trapped in here in the first place. Prompto's lips are practically quivering by the time he's looking back to her, crawling to the back so that he can eventually get out. ] Worst. Night. Ever. Can you just... help me out please? Maybe I'll go swim and lose myself to the waves.
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[ Aranea's appeared to save the gang from some pretty tight spots in the past, but it usually involved fearsome daemons, not mundane situations like being stuck in a damn car. Prompto didn't expect much when he begged for her to come, partially because of her personality and because she couldn't have had the time to deal with his bullshit. apparently she did, and once his heart's done threatening to burst from the confines of his chest, he starts to appreciate the way she (coldly) offers her assistance.
he has enough time to sit there in the car and just bask in her beauty, from that badass helmet of hers to the... lovely... shape of her chest plates down yonder. she is far too gorgeous to spend her time on a doofus like him, and he's to this day still reeling in regards to the both of them having had sex. sure, yes, he owes her an insane amount of gil that he is still making excuses to go onto hunts for, but he can't help but hope she thinks back on it with some form of fondness. maybe. maybe he will have a chance to ask when he's done getting his soul gazed into by her piercing eyes. ]
Heeeey, what? Just go get the othersβ [ Prompto had the same idea as she did, but Aranea wasn't having it. she's circling the vehicle like it's prey and he's just going to. curl up in his seat, pressing his back into the very same window he had been peering through. she prepares him to the best of her ability and he just whimpers, fearing that the Regalia will either shoot Thundaga at her or pierce his eardrums. neither things happen the tip of her lance makes contact with the glass, though he still reels back and slams his head against the glass behind him. ow.
he looks down at all of the shards on the floorboard and groans, knowing he will still be blamed for this regardless of why he was trapped in here in the first place. Prompto's lips are practically quivering by the time he's looking back to her, crawling to the back so that he can eventually get out. ] Worst. Night. Ever. Can you just... help me out please? Maybe I'll go swim and lose myself to the waves.