[prompto waits outside his building, playing around with his phone as he anticipates noah's arrival. when he looks up, twenty minutes or abouts are up, and the boy is standing in front of him]
[there sure seem to be something different about him... is what prompto thinks, standing up]
[Prompto isn't wrong in that regard. Physically, he does look the same. There's been no changes. But there's no denying there's something tense and tired about him in the way he holds himself. It's been a stressful week and he hasn't been resting well.]
Hey.
[He hesitates at the fistbump. It's nothing personal Prompto, just the last time someone touched his hand- it got a store destroyed.]
[Right now, the arm is covered up with a long sleeve and glove. It's still hot to wear, but he's not going to complain about it nearly as much as he used to. The alternative is way worse after all]
...Yeah. Kept having a fucked up nightmare about a guy exploding.
[It seems real enough to be a vision, but Noah's been too scared to check Timcanpy to verify it. ]
That and I swear my appetite's gone up a shitload.
Who do you take me for? I would never expose you online.
[he says, getting his phone and checking how much power he has left. it should be enough, really, for the next couple of hours. he did just unplug it from the charger]
It's more of a documented evidence of what's been going on. You wanna see how it happens from a different perspective, right?
[prompto wonders if it's really that terrifying. it takes a moment longer, but soon enough, before them appears a broken-down, abandoned warehouse of sorts. there's a chain-link fence with the usual NO TRESPASSING and PRIVATE PROPERTY signs, but there's no actual sign of it ever being kept track of.]
[some things are just left to be forgotten by time.]
Ah, here we are. I heard they wanted to make it into a parking lot with different levels, but I guess they never went on with that. Some sewage pipes under it or something.
[getting closer to the fence, prompto approaches one of the posts, and pulls the fence up, the material easily pliable as it curls up under the pull]
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woods are full of ghosts.
thatll work
can you show me where?
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uh
do you want me to googlemap you or show you in person
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there was some blair witch shit happening.
show me in person.
i suck at directions.
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meet me outside i'll wait by the steps
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ill be there in about 20.
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[there sure seem to be something different about him... is what prompto thinks, standing up]
Hey.
[fist bump?]
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Hey.
[He hesitates at the fistbump. It's nothing personal Prompto, just the last time someone touched his hand- it got a store destroyed.]
Uh...
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Sorry.
[he awkwardly scratches the back of his head, glancing over at noah's left arm in an attempt to understand how that turns into a claw?]
--anyway, it's this way.
[he starts leading the way, offering noah an easy smile]
You look like crap. Little sleep?
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[Right now, the arm is covered up with a long sleeve and glove. It's still hot to wear, but he's not going to complain about it nearly as much as he used to. The alternative is way worse after all]
...Yeah. Kept having a fucked up nightmare about a guy exploding.
[It seems real enough to be a vision, but Noah's been too scared to check Timcanpy to verify it. ]
That and I swear my appetite's gone up a shitload.
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What? You sure it's just a nightmare, or one of 'those'...?
[prompto looks pretty worried]
We can stop by to get something to eat first, buddy.
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[He shakes his head]
Nah. I ate before I came.
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You mind if I take pictures of film what your arm can do? I mean, you'd probably wanna see it, too, right?
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Just as long as it doesn't end up on the internet. My extended family would kill me if I went viral.
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[he says, getting his phone and checking how much power he has left. it should be enough, really, for the next couple of hours. he did just unplug it from the charger]
It's more of a documented evidence of what's been going on. You wanna see how it happens from a different perspective, right?
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[He doesn't think Prompto would intentionally leak anything maliciously. But you know, things have way of happening]
Yeah, you got a point. Maybe you'll see something I don't.
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[some things are just left to be forgotten by time.]
Ah, here we are. I heard they wanted to make it into a parking lot with different levels, but I guess they never went on with that. Some sewage pipes under it or something.
[getting closer to the fence, prompto approaches one of the posts, and pulls the fence up, the material easily pliable as it curls up under the pull]
--not the first time someone's tried coming in.
[he holds it up for noah]
You go first, buddy.