[Honestly, Dante's in a great mood as he makes his way toward Holliberry Field. In spite of all the misfired texts from earlier in the night, it's shaped up to be pretty fun. And now he's going to go and see this new dog of Prompto's...! There's a part of him that realizes how ridiculous it is to be going over in the middle of the night just to see a dog, but Dante doesn't care. Why should he miss out on this just because of the time?
So when Prompto calls out to him and waves, Dante raises a hand to wave back, heading in his direction. Up close, it doesn't seem/i> at first glance like there's anything wrong with him, though there's certainly a faint smell of alcohol around him.]
Hey, Prompto. I told you I knew this city like the back of my hand.
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So when Prompto calls out to him and waves, Dante raises a hand to wave back, heading in his direction. Up close, it doesn't seem/i> at first glance like there's anything wrong with him, though there's certainly a faint smell of alcohol around him.]
Hey, Prompto. I told you I knew this city like the back of my hand.