[Ardyn is a reasonable sort of man. Perhaps more observant when it comes to how people will react. He had mentioned to Fynn in a text that his car would be professionally photographed soon; and though Ardyn’s intentions were not exactly the most straightforward, it was something of a nice gesture if you squinted hard enough at the situation as a whole. And so when he motions to Prompto outside, the last thing that he expects to hear is Fynn screeching at the boy through the window, like some crazed bird wanting to protect its nest.
Fynn is always shattering his expectations, it seems. He should have known better.
Ardyn actually startles, which is no easy feat. His grip on his mug tightens out of pure resolve not to drop the blasted thing and spill coffee all over the kitchen floor. He wonders if he’ll ever get his hearing back in that one ear.]
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Fynn is always shattering his expectations, it seems. He should have known better.
Ardyn actually startles, which is no easy feat. His grip on his mug tightens out of pure resolve not to drop the blasted thing and spill coffee all over the kitchen floor. He wonders if he’ll ever get his hearing back in that one ear.]
Fynn! Stop yelling.
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