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WHO: prompto argentum, nyx ulric, noctis lucis caelum
WHERE: nyx's apartment
WHEN: a night that prompto will come to regret
WHAT: breaking and entering has consequences
WARNINGS: cursing? likely
[the unfortunate bit about this whole situation is that prompto actually knows how to break into nyx's apartment. it's not something he's particularly proud of, but picking the lock takes but a few tries, and before anyone in the hallway can make a call about suspicious activity, prompto is in.]
[it's not that he wants to do this, but prompto has forgotten one of his most precious cameras here. how does he know it's here? well--he just supposes. he could have tried to text nyx, but the man didn't seem to have gotten his messages. calling noctis was futile, considering he didn't answer prompto's calls.]
[it sure is late at night, and the two of them are probably either busy working or sleeping. he'll solve this himself.]
[the apartment is dark, unfortunately, and prompto does his best to quietly walk through its expanse, letting himself be guided by the light of his phone. it doesn't take long, however, for prompto to bang his knee against the leg of the dining table, stumble to the side, and send a vase (was it a vase?) to the floor, where it shatters into many, many pieces prompto can't even discern. his surprised oh shit is followed by his pained yelp at getting glass onto his arm and hand.]
[were any lights to be turned on, there will be an increasing amount of blood, broken glass, and furniture that's been moved around... oh, and a prompto that should not be here in the first place.]
Shit shit shitshit...
WHERE: nyx's apartment
WHEN: a night that prompto will come to regret
WHAT: breaking and entering has consequences
WARNINGS: cursing? likely
[the unfortunate bit about this whole situation is that prompto actually knows how to break into nyx's apartment. it's not something he's particularly proud of, but picking the lock takes but a few tries, and before anyone in the hallway can make a call about suspicious activity, prompto is in.]
[it's not that he wants to do this, but prompto has forgotten one of his most precious cameras here. how does he know it's here? well--he just supposes. he could have tried to text nyx, but the man didn't seem to have gotten his messages. calling noctis was futile, considering he didn't answer prompto's calls.]
[it sure is late at night, and the two of them are probably either busy working or sleeping. he'll solve this himself.]
[the apartment is dark, unfortunately, and prompto does his best to quietly walk through its expanse, letting himself be guided by the light of his phone. it doesn't take long, however, for prompto to bang his knee against the leg of the dining table, stumble to the side, and send a vase (was it a vase?) to the floor, where it shatters into many, many pieces prompto can't even discern. his surprised oh shit is followed by his pained yelp at getting glass onto his arm and hand.]
[were any lights to be turned on, there will be an increasing amount of blood, broken glass, and furniture that's been moved around... oh, and a prompto that should not be here in the first place.]
Shit shit shitshit...