[he doesn't raise his head to look at her, but his eyes stray from the paper and meet hers momentarily. there's something sad about the way he looks at her, but he's back to the second problem, erasing a number, and then counting a bit with his fingers before writing down another.]
Mothers, huh.
So long as I was out of mine's way, everything was fine.
[prompto doesn't sound like anything when he says that, but he doesn't let it sink and simmer for too long before he adds]
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Mothers, huh.
So long as I was out of mine's way, everything was fine.
[prompto doesn't sound like anything when he says that, but he doesn't let it sink and simmer for too long before he adds]
How did you know you liked it?