[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.]
[ Where Prompto's minding his own business, Gladio's doing the very
thing he does without so much as thinking about it at this point: he's
paying every bit of attention to his surroundings, which...obviously
includes the people within them. It's the first thing he does, no matter
where he is in public. Which is why it doesn't take him long to notice
someone acting... odd, over in the corner of his eye.
Or to notice that this very same individual is knocking a...
ridiculous... number of oranges into the floor (okay, but... he can't blame
someone for wanting to buy that much fruit, all things considered). There's
a long, very quiet sigh as he makes his way over, lowering his own basket
to the floor before he begins helping the pair in their efforts. He gathers
the fruits, two at a time in some cases, and carefully slides his portion
into the bag.
After taking a moment to offer his hand to the woman (mainly out of
habit, since she doesn't visibly seem to be struggling to stand or
anything), he gives her a smile and wishes her well... and then picks up
his own basket, possibly seeming to be ignoring Prompto altogether. That
is, until a casual-- ] So...
[ --slips out. He's keeping his expression calm, but there's a
sharpness in his gaze as it's cut back over to Prompto. He sure is glancing
at the arm. And he sure does notice the guilty demeanor. Police work isn't
a hobby for him, buddy. You're about to get unofficially... interrogated.
Or something. ] How's that arm treatin' ya?
[prompto was hoping that in the apparent silence and gladio ignoring him, that he could simply... walk away from the situation. which he tries to do, but finds himself stopped by the sudden inquiry.]
[he's not all too happy, but he's already looking suspicious. prompto never misses the chance to greet gladio and ask him about monsters and stuff, even if mostly in jest, so his reaction to their meeting today must seem way more than suspicious. it can't be any more so.]
Uhh, great! Not bad, not bad... could be worse, I guess.
[play it cool, prompto]
You know me! Can't ever... [this is sounding totally convincing] keep my hands to myself, ahaha... ha... [sighs]
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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.]
Re: 3/1
[ Where Prompto's minding his own business, Gladio's doing the very thing he does without so much as thinking about it at this point: he's paying every bit of attention to his surroundings, which...obviously includes the people within them. It's the first thing he does, no matter where he is in public. Which is why it doesn't take him long to notice someone acting... odd, over in the corner of his eye.
Or to notice that this very same individual is knocking a... ridiculous... number of oranges into the floor (okay, but... he can't blame someone for wanting to buy that much fruit, all things considered). There's a long, very quiet sigh as he makes his way over, lowering his own basket to the floor before he begins helping the pair in their efforts. He gathers the fruits, two at a time in some cases, and carefully slides his portion into the bag.
After taking a moment to offer his hand to the woman (mainly out of habit, since she doesn't visibly seem to be struggling to stand or anything), he gives her a smile and wishes her well... and then picks up his own basket, possibly seeming to be ignoring Prompto altogether. That is, until a casual-- ] So...
[ --slips out. He's keeping his expression calm, but there's a sharpness in his gaze as it's cut back over to Prompto. He sure is glancing at the arm. And he sure does notice the guilty demeanor. Police work isn't a hobby for him, buddy. You're about to get unofficially... interrogated. Or something. ] How's that arm treatin' ya?
[ Okay, so, he actually does want to know... ]
Re: 3/1
[he's not all too happy, but he's already looking suspicious. prompto never misses the chance to greet gladio and ask him about monsters and stuff, even if mostly in jest, so his reaction to their meeting today must seem way more than suspicious. it can't be any more so.]
Uhh, great! Not bad, not bad... could be worse, I guess.
[play it cool, prompto]
You know me! Can't ever... [this is sounding totally convincing] keep my hands to myself, ahaha... ha... [sighs]