[prompto's minding his own business, getting off his scooter after parking it and about to head into the store for something to snack on. unfortunately for him, soon as he steps inside and the automatic doors close behind him, he notices the formidable form of no one other than gladio amicia.]
[okay, first of all, it's nothing personal against the guy. he just-- prompto just doesn't want to see cops for the next week, considering how fucking ashamed he feels of his B&E on sunday.]
[no surprises on him turning white as a sheet--appearing guilty--and ducking away... or at least trying to, because he ends up bumping into a lady carrying a bag full of-- oranges...? apparently, and they sure go rolling all over the floor.]
I'm sorry!
[no choice here but to help her pick up the fruit, apologising profusely, all the while his left arm is all bandaged up in a totally obvious way, fuck.]
3/1
[okay, first of all, it's nothing personal against the guy. he just-- prompto just doesn't want to see cops for the next week, considering how fucking ashamed he feels of his B&E on sunday.]
[no surprises on him turning white as a sheet--appearing guilty--and ducking away... or at least trying to, because he ends up bumping into a lady carrying a bag full of-- oranges...? apparently, and they sure go rolling all over the floor.]
I'm sorry!
[no choice here but to help her pick up the fruit, apologising profusely, all the while his left arm is all bandaged up in a totally obvious way, fuck.]