[It’s not so unusual to Markus, who comes from a technologically advanced future, but not so far beyond the use of manually navigating a camera’s interface. The photos that crop up on the screen are surprising to him, bright and vibrant, of places and creatures that he doesn’t recognize. Faces here that he does.
The android leans closer, brow furrowed in eager curiosity, but Prompto offers the camera to him and he takes it willingly — if not gingerly, like holding onto some precious, invaluable relic. The photos flicker by as he goes through them, one by one.]
These are wonderful; your world is beautiful. [Breathed out, like it’s so obvious that it doesn’t need reiterating. And then—]
Well. Mostly so. [He stops at this one. NOCTIS…..] Dangerous, too, apparently.
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The android leans closer, brow furrowed in eager curiosity, but Prompto offers the camera to him and he takes it willingly — if not gingerly, like holding onto some precious, invaluable relic. The photos flicker by as he goes through them, one by one.]
These are wonderful; your world is beautiful. [Breathed out, like it’s so obvious that it doesn’t need reiterating. And then—]
Well. Mostly so. [He stops at this one. NOCTIS…..] Dangerous, too, apparently.