PROMPTO;

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Prompto. [A mock frown.] Come on...you're really gonna make me say it myself? [But he settles again, looking back at the ocean as he thinks.]

...you're one of the more honest people here. I don't have to second-guess what you're thinking or what you're doing and it makes it easier to know what I can tell you or what we can do to figure a way out of here. You might not notice, but you're easy to talk to. In a place like this? That's a pretty valuable skill.

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[ There's a lift in the corner of his mouth st the mock frown.

And then his eyes widen when Junpei actually shares. He fidgets with his hands as he tries to figure out what he should even say. People keep dropping compliments on him. ]

Thanks, man. I'm not used to hearing what I'm good at. I mean, besides my main two skills.

[ He usually hangs with dudes who mess around and would touch on emotions for a moment before calling each other losers the next ]

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Yeah, I got that impression. [But yeah, this is about as emotional as he's allowing himself to get.] But you could stand to believe it a little more when people say things. Keep that in mind as you make friends here.

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I'll do my best to.

[ Just hopefully he doesn't get another reason to backtrack like someone close to him dying :< ]

Oh hey, I do have something to show you.

[ He's pulling out something from inside of his vest.

Dundundun~ Ahegun. It's not getting linked. ]

I got the gun.

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[There's a gun.

That. Is some fucking gun. What the fuck? He stares for a second as he eyeballs it.]

That's the only gun in the gift shop? [...wait.] ...so you slept with Hizamaru after all.

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Look, I know it looks bad- [ And then his face is going to heat up at sleeping with Hizamaru. ] Y-yeah. Not just the one time either...

[ Why did he share that? ]

Gun! Let's talk about the gun.

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How many times did you sleep with him? [NOW HE JUST SOUNDS SURPRISED? PROMPTO? THE GUN CAN WAIT A SEC.]

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...three times?

[ So far. It's still early in the day. ]

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[...just. A smirk.]

I told you he wouldn't say no. So. The gun?

[He's done roasting him for now.]

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[ WOW. Now it's his turn to reach over to push him. ]

He- we're friends. Just friends.

[ And Hiza likes helping out his friends. ]

Hold on. Let me grab something.

[ Going to go jogging to the bar real quickly to grab a shot glass. ]

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You don't fuck your friends three times in the same week, Prompto! [It's still a joke and he lets Prompto dash across the pool to the bar. What the hell is he doing...? He'll just hang here and watch.]

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[ He's met Hiza, right? Not going to respond to that. Placing the glass at the corner of the bar before he jogs back over. ]

Time to see if I still got it.

[ Showing off is what he's doing. ]

This is a little lighter than I'm used to.

[ Okay time to take aim for the shot glass. When he pulls the trigger, the gun makes a loud moaning sound instead of a bang. ]

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[He's watching with keen interest at least because he wants to see what kind of sharpshooter Prompto is. There's an aim, and a fire, and--]

What in the fuck was that?

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What the hell? Why is everything weird here?

[ He was so excited to have a gun again and now this?

Good news, he did hit the shot glass. ]

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Maybe that was a one-time thing to throw us off? [It's his turn to move, fetching another three shot glasses and setting them up before moving out of the way.] Try that again.

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Yeah, maybe! It might even be a first time joke, right?

[ He's hoping. Once he's out of the way, he'll shoot three times in a row. With each trigger pull, there came a very loud mmmmh. ]

Why?

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[...he just starts laughing, sorry.]

That's gonna make it really hard to tell when someone's having a good time and someone's having a last time. [Stop, Prompto's not going to shoot anybody. Probably.]

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[ only photoshooting. there's no way he could actually shoot a real person- or at least he won't shoot friends? ]

Don't even laugh.

[ He knows it's ridiculous. He walks over, checking the gun in case there's a switch to change the sound setting. ]

There's no way I can show this to Hiza.

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[He's trying to quiet his laughter but that's not working.]

Sorry, sorry...but you gotta admit it's funny. [He'll move to clean up the glass while Prompto does that.] Wouldn't it be better to show him now than have him learn later?

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[ There's no way to change the setting. His shoulders slump. ]

Maybe. I think they know a sword that uses a gun so he would know what it should sound like normally.

[ He turns the safety on and then checks the ammo clip. ]

Think all the weapons are like this? It would make it hard for anyone to take it seriously in a fight...

[ Is that a good thing or not? ]

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Why would a sword--you know what, never mind. [He rubs the back of his neck in thought, watching Prompto put the gun away.]

It might be that the weapons are like that to hide there's a fight at all. If you heard something moaning around the hotel, would you go and investigate?

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[ They are time traveling samurai swords. They do what they want ]

Oh, that's true. I would definitely go the other way...

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Exactly. It could be what's supposed to happen to help the shooter.

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Haha... I don't think it's going to help me. Not that I think I'm going to need to use it or anything, but...

[ He's still not over this place. ]

I hope I can get my gun back. Or any of the other ones.

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Uh. Just how many guns are you usually packing? [He'll get back to everything else in a sec now he just wants to know. ]