[there's a kick under the table--making more of the food and the drinks to scramble to the floor--and it's not so much an offensive tactic as it is prompto trying to diffuse the situation. their chests glow blue, the hatred pouring through him unbearable, like heavy slime numbing his arm (maybe that's just the pain that comes from the twist of ardyn's fingers).]
Hey, cut it out!
[one of the vendors is stepping out of the small shop to check out what the matter is.]
[there are bigger things here, than ardyn's grudge and prompto's own need to prove himself to this man. he tries to dislodge himself, pulling at his arm, his other hand trying to pry ardyn's hands off him.]
I'm not gonna show you anything when it's gonna get us in trouble beyond what we can handle right now.
[through gritted teeth. hopefully ardyn will understand this one particular caveat.]
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Hey, cut it out!
[one of the vendors is stepping out of the small shop to check out what the matter is.]
[there are bigger things here, than ardyn's grudge and prompto's own need to prove himself to this man. he tries to dislodge himself, pulling at his arm, his other hand trying to pry ardyn's hands off him.]
I'm not gonna show you anything when it's gonna get us in trouble beyond what we can handle right now.
[through gritted teeth. hopefully ardyn will understand this one particular caveat.]