[ prompto begins his story and alisaie closes her eyes to listen, the sound of his voice comforting and sweet. she could listen to him four hours, fall asleep to his stories and tales from eos. soon enough, she might.
but for now she's determined to stay awake, to listen to him and hear about his youth. in her mind's eye she's picturing it, little freckled prompto, probably cute as a button, lonely and shy. that he had no friends is a little bit surprising, considering his sunny, gregarious disposition, but it goes a long way to explain the state of his self-esteem as well. being born the way he was, knowing his origin.. she can only conclude that he was unsure of himself, insecure. ]
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but for now she's determined to stay awake, to listen to him and hear about his youth. in her mind's eye she's picturing it, little freckled prompto, probably cute as a button, lonely and shy. that he had no friends is a little bit surprising, considering his sunny, gregarious disposition, but it goes a long way to explain the state of his self-esteem as well. being born the way he was, knowing his origin.. she can only conclude that he was unsure of himself, insecure. ]
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