[Ardyn is unmoving, even as Prompto scatters to his feet, even as the boy whips around to face Ardyn. The fire crackles nearby, though it only proves to accentuate the sharp edges of his grin.
Though he's silent for a moment, which is odd; one might consider Ardyn to come up with a quip, biting and cold and maybe even cruel, as soon as he is able. But he's looking at Prompto with a scrutiny that's hard to parse; as if something isn't quite right. And yet whatever it is, he'll not immediately say.
There's something suddenly (more) dangerous in the way he steps forward, though. One step, two. Three. Let him get a closer look.]
And why wouldn't they?
[A joke of a question, insulting, even -- or is it Ardyn fishing for information, on what exactly it is that Prompto remembers last?]
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Though he's silent for a moment, which is odd; one might consider Ardyn to come up with a quip, biting and cold and maybe even cruel, as soon as he is able. But he's looking at Prompto with a scrutiny that's hard to parse; as if something isn't quite right. And yet whatever it is, he'll not immediately say.
There's something suddenly (more) dangerous in the way he steps forward, though. One step, two. Three. Let him get a closer look.]
And why wouldn't they?
[A joke of a question, insulting, even -- or is it Ardyn fishing for information, on what exactly it is that Prompto remembers last?]