[Ardyn is tired, so very tired. The healing had taken it all out of him (four people alone in his little stint in the forest bunker); his bones and muscles ache (the pain starting to dull, but still flickering at the edges of his consciousness), and he can still feel the sting of cuts and the disorientation of poison that he had healed Cleo from specifically. But he remains focused enough to make it to his home, refusing to stop to rest until then — except he’s stopped by the sight of Prompto trying to crawl through his window.]
Prompto? [His voice is a bit gravelly from being exhausted, but the question is heard loud and clear. He walks to his window, then grasps a hand at the boy’s backpack, pulling back.]
You realize this wouldn’t look very good if a police car drove by?
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Prompto? [His voice is a bit gravelly from being exhausted, but the question is heard loud and clear. He walks to his window, then grasps a hand at the boy’s backpack, pulling back.]
You realize this wouldn’t look very good if a police car drove by?