[he really shouldn't be in class. he shouldn't be at the campus at all, but something doesn't sit right with the idea of skipping school--regardless of the justified reason--the second week in, and while it's a bit of an odyssey and he's more groggy than anything throughout the day, prompto's a trooper.]
[he thinks the medicine will hold him through until after work. at the very least, it's 2pm, and he's done with his classes for the day. it's been a blur, and he wants to nap. this nap has to be at a particular place, however, and prompto's delighted to notice that professor izunia is, in fact, in his office.]
Uhgnn...
[prompto's greeting is a zombie-like groan, removing his backpack from his shoulders onto the floor before he, too, goes down on his knees and lies down on a patch of carpet, right under a sunspot. it'll bother him soon enough.]
[(because it's not only the fever what's bothering him; he can't get something that happened over the weekend, on the network, out of his head. he needs his dad.)]
9/11
[he thinks the medicine will hold him through until after work. at the very least, it's 2pm, and he's done with his classes for the day. it's been a blur, and he wants to nap. this nap has to be at a particular place, however, and prompto's delighted to notice that professor izunia is, in fact, in his office.]
Uhgnn...
[prompto's greeting is a zombie-like groan, removing his backpack from his shoulders onto the floor before he, too, goes down on his knees and lies down on a patch of carpet, right under a sunspot. it'll bother him soon enough.]
[(because it's not only the fever what's bothering him; he can't get something that happened over the weekend, on the network, out of his head. he needs his dad.)]