[That smile really is disarming, and Prompto fidgets with his coffee cup for a moment, but doesn't look away, dark blue eyes locked on the other man's face. He's still shaking just a little, the anxiety gnawing at his insides, but there's something soothing about the way that the redhead is speaking to him, and the expression on his face.
Lifting his hand, he takes a sip from his coffee, and glances around before settling his gaze back on the man he's sharing the couch with. Prompto likes his hair - it's soft and looks fluffy and warm, and it's bright red, something he's never really seen before. And his eyes are soft and warm too, he thinks.]
I'm Prompto.
[He says it impulsively. It would be easy to share this seat and not say a word, and just consume himself with anxiety and confusion, but that's probably not the smartest thing to do, and this guy seems nice, right? He'd given Prompto space and time to get himself together before saying anything, after all. That's nice, right?]
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[That smile really is disarming, and Prompto fidgets with his coffee cup for a moment, but doesn't look away, dark blue eyes locked on the other man's face. He's still shaking just a little, the anxiety gnawing at his insides, but there's something soothing about the way that the redhead is speaking to him, and the expression on his face.
Lifting his hand, he takes a sip from his coffee, and glances around before settling his gaze back on the man he's sharing the couch with. Prompto likes his hair - it's soft and looks fluffy and warm, and it's bright red, something he's never really seen before. And his eyes are soft and warm too, he thinks.]
I'm Prompto.
[He says it impulsively. It would be easy to share this seat and not say a word, and just consume himself with anxiety and confusion, but that's probably not the smartest thing to do, and this guy seems nice, right? He'd given Prompto space and time to get himself together before saying anything, after all. That's nice, right?]
What's your name?