[for some reason, prompto finds himself in the professor's home once again, at some unrelated hour of the day. it's just about turning dark, the last couple rays of warm sunshine pressing through the openings of the curtains.]
[he winces as he tries to move, and decides it's best if he lets himself be taken in by the couch; no point in trying to be brave when it feels like his whole skeleton suffered.]
[the "for some reason" is, in fact, prompto getting injured once again. he didn't do it on purpose--despite popular belief--and he didn't aim to do so just so that ardyn could heal him right back up! at the very least, he had been wearing his helmet while on the scooter. a very unfortunate turn and a driver's thinking he had the priority had forced prompto to swerve off the street... and down a path of brambles and a shitty low wall, causing him to fly off his scooter and onto the ground in the most inelegant fashion.]
[his preferred mode of transportation needs the front bumper and tire replaced, the few scratches on its model something that'll build its personality, but... the one worse for wear is most definitely prompto.]
[an alarmingly red scratch bleeds and burns from the top of prompto's forearm all the way down past his elbow, the clear point of initial contact against the ground. smaller scratches take shape down the frame of his face, and bruises bloom green and dark purple on his side and legs. it was a nasty fall.]
--so, that's what happened.
[he concludes his tale of survival, a wince past cut lips, not quite daring to look up at ardyn because (even if this had not been his fault!), he feels foolish.]
The car just sped off, really.
[his scooter is lying on the front lawn. can prompto not go one month without getting hurt? his hair is still ridiculous and singed from his burning man attempt with dante recently, too. (now that's something he hasn't been completely honest with ardyn about.)]
it begins 6/13ish??
[he winces as he tries to move, and decides it's best if he lets himself be taken in by the couch; no point in trying to be brave when it feels like his whole skeleton suffered.]
[the "for some reason" is, in fact, prompto getting injured once again. he didn't do it on purpose--despite popular belief--and he didn't aim to do so just so that ardyn could heal him right back up! at the very least, he had been wearing his helmet while on the scooter. a very unfortunate turn and a driver's thinking he had the priority had forced prompto to swerve off the street... and down a path of brambles and a shitty low wall, causing him to fly off his scooter and onto the ground in the most inelegant fashion.]
[his preferred mode of transportation needs the front bumper and tire replaced, the few scratches on its model something that'll build its personality, but... the one worse for wear is most definitely prompto.]
[an alarmingly red scratch bleeds and burns from the top of prompto's forearm all the way down past his elbow, the clear point of initial contact against the ground. smaller scratches take shape down the frame of his face, and bruises bloom green and dark purple on his side and legs. it was a nasty fall.]
--so, that's what happened.
[he concludes his tale of survival, a wince past cut lips, not quite daring to look up at ardyn because (even if this had not been his fault!), he feels foolish.]
The car just sped off, really.
[his scooter is lying on the front lawn. can prompto not go one month without getting hurt? his hair is still ridiculous and singed from his burning man attempt with dante recently, too. (now that's something he hasn't been completely honest with ardyn about.)]