[ prompto gives him a skeptical look, but it's cut short by the sharp throb that cuts across his temples, grimacing as he decides to follow nero and sit right next to him. he doesn't want to be separated from him for a second, not since he's the only one he's seen that he recognizes so far. he sniffs a little. ]
Uh... I don't remember. Something like a fear? A bad memory? Or —
[ he stops when he feels something tickling just under his nose, and he reaches up to rub it, staring at his hand as he smears blood across his skin. shit. what was going on? prompto wipes at it again, trying to keep calm despite the natural bubble of panic that surfaces almost too quickly for him to control. he turns to nero, trying to be as calm as possible. ]
Does it look bad? [ it's not a fast trickle, but the blood there is severely worrying. ]
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Uh... I don't remember. Something like a fear? A bad memory? Or —
[ he stops when he feels something tickling just under his nose, and he reaches up to rub it, staring at his hand as he smears blood across his skin. shit. what was going on? prompto wipes at it again, trying to keep calm despite the natural bubble of panic that surfaces almost too quickly for him to control. he turns to nero, trying to be as calm as possible. ]
Does it look bad? [ it's not a fast trickle, but the blood there is severely worrying. ]