[ He won't have to look too long; ostentatious as ever, Prompto is sitting on one of the benches, an assortment of rubber ducks next to him. Sitting is kind of a relative term, because when he's actually on the bench, his knees bounce with a frenetic energy, and when that's not enough, he's up on his feet again, pacing around and drumming his fingers against his arms.
Once Connor arrives however, his demeanor shifts, that nervous energy eaten up (mostly, anyway) by a focused grin. It's still there, in the back of his mind — the fear that even this is selfish, because it's distracting him from everything that's been plaguing his mind. But if it helps Connor out, too, then...it's not a bad thing, right?
Everything's just felt so uncertain since Noct left. ]
Soooo! You got an answer yet, Conno?
[ Akvos may have vanished into an abyss, but that nickname has not. ]
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Once Connor arrives however, his demeanor shifts, that nervous energy eaten up (mostly, anyway) by a focused grin. It's still there, in the back of his mind — the fear that even this is selfish, because it's distracting him from everything that's been plaguing his mind. But if it helps Connor out, too, then...it's not a bad thing, right?
Everything's just felt so uncertain since Noct left. ]
Soooo! You got an answer yet, Conno?
[ Akvos may have vanished into an abyss, but that nickname has not. ]