[Being a new arrival himself, Kurama is similarly dressed in one of the yellow tracksuits. Not that he minds, yellow typically was his color of choice. He's people watching, gaze focused on the crowd as he assesses the situation they're currently in when someone else - apparently human - takes a seat beside him.
Interesting.
The redhead doesn't draw attention, pretending not to notice as Prompto attempts to compose himself and letting him take his time to do so. He has one elbow propped on the arm of the couch, chin resting on the palm of his hand, seemingly focused on the others moving and chatting around the fire, when the silence is broken.
Green eyes shift in Prompto's direction before he actually turns his head to regard him with a disarming smile.]
Not at all, actually. I'm afraid I don't know anyone else here, stay as long as you'd like.
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Interesting.
The redhead doesn't draw attention, pretending not to notice as Prompto attempts to compose himself and letting him take his time to do so. He has one elbow propped on the arm of the couch, chin resting on the palm of his hand, seemingly focused on the others moving and chatting around the fire, when the silence is broken.
Green eyes shift in Prompto's direction before he actually turns his head to regard him with a disarming smile.]
Not at all, actually. I'm afraid I don't know anyone else here, stay as long as you'd like.