[torts class. civil wrongs. legal liability for the person who commits the tortious act. it's an exceptionally entertaining class, and objectively speaking ardyn is a hell of a good speaker. the man likes to hear himself speak and he doesn't hold back at all in needing to be direct. eloquence comes easily to him, and prompto is sat on the third row of the lecture hall, drumming his fingers to the rhythmic beat the professor doesn't notice he uses for his words at an academic pace.]
[exceptionally entertaining class as it is, prompto's head keeps drooping. his eyes closing, sweating despite the air conditioner, an uncomfortable grogginess pushing him downwards onto his table.]
[that's how ardyn will find him at the end of the class, getting woken up by the scuffle of other students trying to walk past him. he looks dazed, trying to put his things together, ultimately holding onto the back rest of the chair at a sudden feeling of vertigo. is it vertigo? suddenly he feels incredibly out of the loop.]
9/07 after class
[exceptionally entertaining class as it is, prompto's head keeps drooping. his eyes closing, sweating despite the air conditioner, an uncomfortable grogginess pushing him downwards onto his table.]
[that's how ardyn will find him at the end of the class, getting woken up by the scuffle of other students trying to walk past him. he looks dazed, trying to put his things together, ultimately holding onto the back rest of the chair at a sudden feeling of vertigo. is it vertigo? suddenly he feels incredibly out of the loop.]
[he needs to get home.]