[prompto sends a message that confirms he'll be there at one point within the next two hours--if only to give himself the opportunity to really take his time getting ready and presentable as a human being, but taking away any meandering idea of bailing altogether. a time limit is essential, thus.]
[when he arrives at the tulip bar (he's never been here before), he squeezes through a crowd at the front door and looks around, looking a little lost. he's dressed in casual attire, hoping that it blends in just fine with a bar of this sort.]
[it takes him a few minutes to recognize jon snow, but he forces a smile despite himself and heads on over to the counter, sitting on a stool and leaning heavy on his elbow.]
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[when he arrives at the tulip bar (he's never been here before), he squeezes through a crowd at the front door and looks around, looking a little lost. he's dressed in casual attire, hoping that it blends in just fine with a bar of this sort.]
[it takes him a few minutes to recognize jon snow, but he forces a smile despite himself and heads on over to the counter, sitting on a stool and leaning heavy on his elbow.]
Hey, Jon Snow!