[prompto's strides into the home are purposeful, completely missing out on the decor as he grips the straps of his bag tight and follows markus, looking around the corner to see if he can spot "bernard."]
[he can hear the soothing whirring of the wheels, and his smile is just so much right now.]
My favorite thing about the future is the robots.
[there's no intent to -- injure with insult, regarding the issue of robots or androids. prompto knows there's a vehement difference between the two and, regardless, he's quite aware that both are deserving of some respect to being alive. human or not, souls or not, for prompto? robots are a blessed addition to his cyberpunk life. it'd be shamefully hypocritical of himself to think otherwise.]
[turning to markus, he's beaming at the man, and locks a pat on his shoulder.]
How's it been, dude! It's great to see you again. It feels like a while.
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[prompto's strides into the home are purposeful, completely missing out on the decor as he grips the straps of his bag tight and follows markus, looking around the corner to see if he can spot "bernard."]
[he can hear the soothing whirring of the wheels, and his smile is just so much right now.]
My favorite thing about the future is the robots.
[there's no intent to -- injure with insult, regarding the issue of robots or androids. prompto knows there's a vehement difference between the two and, regardless, he's quite aware that both are deserving of some respect to being alive. human or not, souls or not, for prompto? robots are a blessed addition to his cyberpunk life. it'd be shamefully hypocritical of himself to think otherwise.]
[turning to markus, he's beaming at the man, and locks a pat on his shoulder.]
How's it been, dude! It's great to see you again. It feels like a while.
[the camera? on his backpack, of course.]