PROMPTO. you, but it’s slow burn so you haven’t noticed yet --- not particularly accurate && not necessarily true. ( nice profile, cute scruff, && something deadeningly dull in his eyes. ) steady enough grip, though.
elbow to knee && chin to palm // that grip utilised as one leans in, weight a careful balance && spine curved. prompto’s smug little smirk curls up through the gaps between his fingers as toes wriggle, try to prod the man’s belly. there’s a bit of a height difference like this ( snort ), so it’s up through thick lashes one peers to catch another’s eyes. hey, at least the man’s responsive. can you believe some of these fuckers will just ignore you when you’re trying to wreak a bit of havoc? ( it’s their literal job to react to that sort of shit!!! ) tsk. just because the architecture around here is drab doesn’t mean the people should be similar.
“ hmmmm, hmmmm, ” tap tap of fingertips to the soft && warm of his lips, “ is this one o’ dem rhetorical questions? ”
oh, what a perfectly stiff piece of cardboard.
“ what if i told yeh, ” leant in to whisper coyly, conspiratorial; eyes bright && wide ( && wicked ) under brows’ golden rise, “ that i’m plannin’ to start some trouble? d’y’think y’could bother wi’me a bit if i do? ”
prompto comes wrapped up in more freckles than skin, artfully ( ehrem ) ragged clothing && an attitude that - according to some sources no longer with us - attracts more trouble than one should hope to deal with. he’s certainly unfit to roam the palace’ halls - were it not for certain ties. there is little doubt, therefore, that this glaive shan’t be terribly impressed with him. he might, dare one say it ... require some persuasion. some convincing, to come to see how utterly troublesome prompto truly is && how he should most definitely be entertained kept out of the palace at all costs.
well, one stands ready to deliver.
@aglaive || continued.