[prompto cannot, for the life of him, close the tabs on his implant quick enough. his eyes are scrambling to go from the digital screens to what's about to give him a proper heart attack in front of him.]
[the way her skirt flares up...]
You're — You're the mo— Did... Did it hurt when you fell from the sky? [GODS]
[ he's cute. flustered, red faced, blushing — and caroline takes it in stride. she beams from the compliment, fingertips brushing out the ends of her curls from where they've gotten mussed during her earlier speed run, and twists her hips side-to-side a bit to encourage her skirt to settle more evenly as it falls back down. ]
I'm really hoping I can win the costume contest. It would be so great for my page — and I've been dying to try some of those restaurants, any of them would be amazing.
[ satisfied with the skirt, caroline begins to adjust her shoulders, peering back at the wings that extend out from either side. ]
[ frenzied, speedy hours — likely the human equivalent of a day or so, if she was honest. but the answer is off-hand, casual, as she fidgets with the angle of her wings to try and get the most of them exposed for the camera. ]
Well, I didn't make these. I bought the wings at a costume shop, and I found the dress at a thrift store. I just fussed it up.
It's still one of the best ones I've seen! Mine was pretty simple...
[he looks down at himself, at his green sweatpants and green jacket, somehow trying to execute the look of a cactus—cactuar, really—and the running shoes are because cactuars run a lot, you know!]
[points for effort.]
[he puts the camera up to his face and just starts snapping some spontaneous shots of her. she really does look very lovely.]
Anyway, you look amazing. Wanna find the display I was telling you about?
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[the way her skirt flares up...]
You're — You're the mo— Did... Did it hurt when you fell from the sky? [GODS]
[his face is red up to his ears thanks]
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I'm really hoping I can win the costume contest. It would be so great for my page — and I've been dying to try some of those restaurants, any of them would be amazing.
[ satisfied with the skirt, caroline begins to adjust her shoulders, peering back at the wings that extend out from either side. ]
So you like it?
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[puppy crush intensifies]
How long did it even take you to do it?
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[ frenzied, speedy hours — likely the human equivalent of a day or so, if she was honest. but the answer is off-hand, casual, as she fidgets with the angle of her wings to try and get the most of them exposed for the camera. ]
Well, I didn't make these. I bought the wings at a costume shop, and I found the dress at a thrift store. I just fussed it up.
[ a lot. ]
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[he looks down at himself, at his green sweatpants and green jacket, somehow trying to execute the look of a cactus—cactuar, really—and the running shoes are because cactuars run a lot, you know!]
[points for effort.]
[he puts the camera up to his face and just starts snapping some spontaneous shots of her. she really does look very lovely.]
Anyway, you look amazing. Wanna find the display I was telling you about?