[ Prompto opens his mouth to retort - there he goes, about the wedding again - before his stops himself short, glancing down to take in the sight of himself. In the panic and heat of the fight, he'd sort of forgotten about the whole...covered-in-blood thing. The smell is only slightly drowned out by the smoke on the air, but now it seems to be all he is aware of.
He's covered in someone else's blood.
He grimaces as he looks back up at Ardyn - but for once, his ire isn't directed at the man himself. ]
They did this to me alllll because I didn't want to paint the town red. Literally. [ A beat, and then he follows with: ] Is the party this big in Olympia?
[ What brought Ardyn to Wyver in the first place? ]
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He's covered in someone else's blood.
He grimaces as he looks back up at Ardyn - but for once, his ire isn't directed at the man himself. ]
They did this to me alllll because I didn't want to paint the town red. Literally. [ A beat, and then he follows with: ] Is the party this big in Olympia?
[ What brought Ardyn to Wyver in the first place? ]