[ He seems to realize their hands are still joined when she does, his breath stilling in his chest, though he doesn't let go — not just yet. For all his sudden nerves, her hand feels...so nice nestled against his, and it's exhilarating just to be holding it, to not feel as though he must immediately draw away to keep from giving her the wrong idea.
He doesn't know what the right idea is, but this...this is good.
They stop in front of her door, and Prompto likewise hopes the blush in his cheeks isn't too obvious. But even if it is...like, she's got to know, right? He's been so obvious. She'd probably be more surprised if he wasn't blushing while holding his hand at this point. ]
[ As always, his hand feels strangely empty without hers in it after she lets go, but it leaves behind a lingering, comforting warmth, a little reminder that just a moment ago, a cute elf girl was holding his hand. ]
Hey, don't mention it. I'm just glad I had a convenient excuse to hang out with you tonight. [ Look, the s'mores were just a means to an end, and he's not afraid to admit it! ] I'll...see you around?
[ Maybe tomorrow? It's not as if they go very long without seeing each other these days. ]
[ a convenient excuse, huh? somehow, that makes her face flush warm, a soft pinkness rising to her cheeks while she smiles, warm and sweet. gods, he really brings out her most disgusting behaviors, doesn't he?
she lingers for a moment, not entirely ready to leave, but then, when would she ever be entirely ready? ]
Aye.
[ they'll see each other soon, if not immediately tomorrow, so. even if that might feel like a lifetime. ]
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He doesn't know what the right idea is, but this...this is good.
They stop in front of her door, and Prompto likewise hopes the blush in his cheeks isn't too obvious. But even if it is...like, she's got to know, right? He's been so obvious. She'd probably be more surprised if he wasn't blushing while holding his hand at this point. ]
I'd like that. Maybe something with...popotoes?
[ He says with a quirk to his mouth. ]
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Mayhaps.
[ anyway.. she clears her throat and, after giving his hand a gentle squeeze, at last she lets hers fall away, so she can draw toward her door. ]
Thank you again, Prompto. This was.. very nice.
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Hey, don't mention it. I'm just glad I had a convenient excuse to hang out with you tonight. [ Look, the s'mores were just a means to an end, and he's not afraid to admit it! ] I'll...see you around?
[ Maybe tomorrow? It's not as if they go very long without seeing each other these days. ]
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she lingers for a moment, not entirely ready to leave, but then, when would she ever be entirely ready? ]
Aye.
[ they'll see each other soon, if not immediately tomorrow, so. even if that might feel like a lifetime. ]
Goodnight, Prompto.