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[daemonized]

ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[daemonized]

Let me do it for you.

[Car in park, engine off, Ardyn will get out and make his way to Prompto's side, opening the door and offering him an arm up and out, simultaneously grabbing the backpack and slinging it on his back for now.

No fumbling around for him. Let him deal with it, once he helps him to his apartment.]

Just focus on walking, all right?

[mercurio]

I'm not feeling that sick.

[he's feeling faint and drowsy, up on his feet. he masks it well, even if he's dragging his feet and sluggishly pushing the entrance door open. he's not minding the help although he feels somewhat silly, fumbling still with finding the right key for his apartment door.]

--did you know I got a lock now? Appeared on my door out of nowhere. Big surprise. This one.

[he holds up a key, now at the top of the stairs and turning to walk down the hall]

[daemonized]

[He follows behind, making sure that the other stay steady on his feet.]

I doubt it came from nowhere.

[He suspects a friend, then. Someone who worries, rightfully, that Prompto did not have a lock on his door, because that seems very dangerous and far too trusting.]

Who was kind enough to add it for you?

[mercurio]

A guardian angel.

[he sighs, almost dreamily. but at the door he is anything but graceful, struggling to put the key in.]

It's a bit of a... of a... problem, sometimes, though.

WHERE DID THIS NOTIF GO

[daemonized]

Let me see it.

[Sorry, Prompto, but he'll make the executive decision to take the key (gently) from him, and open the lock for Prompto.]

Does this guardian angel have a name?

[mercurio]

[it's easy to hand over the key to ardyn, as prompto wants nothing to do with this troublesome mechanism. he stumbles inside, and it's an easy and quick walk towards his bed, dumping himself on it in relief]

Landlord maybe.

[rufus appears from somewhere and jumps up on the bed too, over prompto, who weakly rubs at his face]

Boyyyy.

[daemonized]

[Ardyn follows in, making sure to close the door behind him.]

Prompto, I'm putting the key here.

[He taps it against the surface of a table to accentuate. He hopes that the young man is cognizant enough to remember later.]

Do you need anything else? Shall I make you some tea, or find some medicine for you to take?