( seems like forever since he hangs up and starts pacing, too anxious to sit, but it mustn't have been that long either, because the streets are still dark when the purr of a rumbling engine crescendos and goes silent in the driveway. prompto nearly almost trips over his own feet in his scramble to meet it, throwing the door open without so much as checking that it's who he's expecting in the first place --
aranea's alone, and prompto can't help the sinking feeling in his gut despite the possibility that ignis was just stuck somewhere, at the moment. ) Did you find 'im? I didn't expect that you'd come right over --
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aranea's alone, and prompto can't help the sinking feeling in his gut despite the possibility that ignis was just stuck somewhere, at the moment. ) Did you find 'im? I didn't expect that you'd come right over --