But the past is so nice... especially when I'm concerned about my future........
[ Prompto by no means is a good or even decent poker player and he knows this. but damn, even with that in mind, he wishes he could understand at least a sliver of what the hell is going on inside of Aranea's head. she looks at him like he's disgusting and not worthy of his time, and yet her fingers on his throat insist she is not here to choke the life out of him. she talks so much shit about... him in his entirety, yet she took the time to ready up and make her way to Galdin Quay to rescue him. she's a living paradox at this point, and all he can hope for is that he will get an answer as to how she truly feels sooner or later.
... it'll likely be later by the way she confuses him further. she's by no means heavy, yet the weight sinking down on his stomach makes him choke out a bit of a groan when paired with her hand clenched authoritatively around his neck. he realizes that the best course of action is to simply smile, nod and move on, all while hoping that her bloodlust will eventually sate itself and they can move on from this. ]
O-okay, okay! If you gotta hear it so badly, then yes! I was looking at your ass! Thought you maybe wouldn't have, uh. Minded too much.
[ and he was wrong. or at least, he thinks he is. her wording is very... particular... and it gets him wandering. those thoughts are immediately cut off as she grows dangerously close to his crotch. his eyes practically bulge out from the surprise sensation that washes over him, and he's again writhing about underneath her, inadvertently smearing his groin area all over her fingers in the process. ]
I get off on flirting with you―? [ his statement comes off more as a question, as if unsure on how to answer her in a way that will be pleasing. considering the way things are heading, Prompto decides that this is the moment where he doubles down and puts it all on the table. both hands leave his chest to run ― shakily, mind you ― up the length of her legs, fingers dancing along her bare hips before eventually resting on her ass. ] And see? I'm not just looking. I'm touching, too.
[ ohhhh, he doesn't know what he's signing himself up for. he can only hope that it interests her enough to keep him alive a while longer. ]
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[ Prompto by no means is a good or even decent poker player and he knows this. but damn, even with that in mind, he wishes he could understand at least a sliver of what the hell is going on inside of Aranea's head. she looks at him like he's disgusting and not worthy of his time, and yet her fingers on his throat insist she is not here to choke the life out of him. she talks so much shit about... him in his entirety, yet she took the time to ready up and make her way to Galdin Quay to rescue him. she's a living paradox at this point, and all he can hope for is that he will get an answer as to how she truly feels sooner or later.
... it'll likely be later by the way she confuses him further. she's by no means heavy, yet the weight sinking down on his stomach makes him choke out a bit of a groan when paired with her hand clenched authoritatively around his neck. he realizes that the best course of action is to simply smile, nod and move on, all while hoping that her bloodlust will eventually sate itself and they can move on from this. ]
O-okay, okay! If you gotta hear it so badly, then yes! I was looking at your ass! Thought you maybe wouldn't have, uh. Minded too much.
[ and he was wrong. or at least, he thinks he is. her wording is very... particular... and it gets him wandering. those thoughts are immediately cut off as she grows dangerously close to his crotch. his eyes practically bulge out from the surprise sensation that washes over him, and he's again writhing about underneath her, inadvertently smearing his groin area all over her fingers in the process. ]
I get off on flirting with you―? [ his statement comes off more as a question, as if unsure on how to answer her in a way that will be pleasing. considering the way things are heading, Prompto decides that this is the moment where he doubles down and puts it all on the table. both hands leave his chest to run ― shakily, mind you ― up the length of her legs, fingers dancing along her bare hips before eventually resting on her ass. ] And see? I'm not just looking. I'm touching, too.
[ ohhhh, he doesn't know what he's signing himself up for. he can only hope that it interests her enough to keep him alive a while longer. ]