[he looks up at the menu, half curious, and finds his smile widening more. it's sweet in a reassuring kind of way. how good for his friends to have people they love around.]
Right. Hold that thought—
[and there goes his brave attempt, picking up his glass of beer and bringing it up to his lips, eyes closed as he chugs down the liquid without taking a break to breathe. he's going hard or going home.]
[he's got a finger up as if pausing their conversation, and it's clear from the frown on his face that he isn't entirely a fan. soon, however, prompto breaks away to breathe, his glass now empty.]
Bleugh!
[still not a fan—but probably also not the way to drink this.]
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[he looks up at the menu, half curious, and finds his smile widening more. it's sweet in a reassuring kind of way. how good for his friends to have people they love around.]
Right. Hold that thought—
[and there goes his brave attempt, picking up his glass of beer and bringing it up to his lips, eyes closed as he chugs down the liquid without taking a break to breathe. he's going hard or going home.]
[he's got a finger up as if pausing their conversation, and it's clear from the frown on his face that he isn't entirely a fan. soon, however, prompto breaks away to breathe, his glass now empty.]
Bleugh!
[still not a fan—but probably also not the way to drink this.]