Prompto couldn’t help but stare at the sight before him. The blond thought that she was kidding when she said the word carnage but… here it was, a carnage.
“Excuse me, but what the fuck?” said Prompto more to himself than anybody, rubbing his eyes little bit.
From her upbringing in one of the more poverty-stricken areas of Insomnia, this wasn’t particularly an uncommon sight. Though, set at the much more luxurious Galdin Quay, it seemed wildly out of place. Two men, piss drunk, howling and going at each other like wobbly, wild dogs, and onlookers terrified to come anywhere close to them, whispers of security being passed around even after they began drawing blood.
Vivienne stood next to the blonde, seeming almost too calm at the sight. Even the way she’s called attention to it was thick with indifference. It just didn’t affect her.
“Should we-should we intervene? Would it be worth it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she motioned towards the chaos.