#retort.

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She sat down in the shadows to hide from the heat, running a hand through her hair as her eyes went around the place, "It's nice here..." she silently hummed.

     Alleviates with couplet supercilia in ascent, junctures craning with a nestle of cheek against shoulders. “You say that now—” Almost an intervening scoff proceeded with following wordage. “But it gets worse.”

[promptov]

/casually comes in here to steal ammo from twin. Than writes an "IOU".

     Nonchalantly skimming through the promissory note.— “Ah c’mon- You better come back twice as much, y’know!“ 

[promptov]

''Well, we have to go to the kitchen and find the cookies and the dish soap.''

     ”You got it- I’ll get to it as soon and fast as I can—”

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''I talked to Gladiolus, and created a plan to replace the filling of sandwich cookies with dish soap.''

     ”Gladi’s goin’ with this plan too?! —I just gotta join in!— When do we start— ?”

[promptov]

''We should create a mess in the palace, Prompto.''

     ”Woooah- What do ya reckon we do!”

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"Lord Prompto, I was wondering if you were too busy to take some tea with me?"

     ”Aye- No need for the Lord- Prompto’ll do! Well- Can’t pass up an offer like that. What kinda tea ya got?”

[promptov]

''So, what kind of problem did you get into?''

     ”I’ll say it bluntly but uh- ‘Scoundrels’.”

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"You. You--! You..." In tandem to the string of those singular words, she folds her arms underneath a buxom chest and keeps her piercing gaze upon the blonde, scrutinizing him and peering through the bottom of vivid, virid optics. "I was told you meet you." Frank and monotonous, she tilts her head to the side and hisses, infuriated with the entire situation and immensely vexed, she straightens her positure and quirks her nose. "--And these are ground rules. I don't like you."

     ”Me.—- ?” Svelte brows puckered on basseting peculiarity along index appendage designating his own counsel to discern distinctness of the abrupt recognition upon his entirety. It took moments of perceiving a multitude of her effectuate gestures ere her assertion addressing reconcile evoked preceding entail, figures it was the heir’s erstwhile proffer. “So it’s you that Noct was mentionin’..” Junctures coiled to alleviate tense and now former surprisal, exhalation fleeted from naris before a constrict of both cerulean optics to her secondary wordage. “—Now that’s just peachy-..” Neck seemed to crane, crown jerked aside. “Care to enlighten me on why that is?”