[It bubbles up in her throat, flavorful and burning. Needing to take those chewables doesn't bother her, but it's not something she'd ever volunteer for. Every time it's happened, it's felt unwanted.]
I'll be there soon.
[Clarke shows up not long after, dressed in all black. It's her current style, which strikes as a major change from before: she preferred at least some blues and other muted colors, but never all black. Thankfully? Clarke works it. She waits outside of the establishment for him, and when Prompto approaches, she brightens. For her, to some degree, it has been six years. Six years.
She surges toward him for a strong hug, wrapping her arms tight around him. Relief floods through her, indifferent to the fact that she's glowing or that he feels it. Hell, it might even be better that he does. The same intensity of caring is there. Years can't change that.]
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[It bubbles up in her throat, flavorful and burning. Needing to take those chewables doesn't bother her, but it's not something she'd ever volunteer for. Every time it's happened, it's felt unwanted.]
I'll be there soon.
[Clarke shows up not long after, dressed in all black. It's her current style, which strikes as a major change from before: she preferred at least some blues and other muted colors, but never all black. Thankfully? Clarke works it. She waits outside of the establishment for him, and when Prompto approaches, she brightens. For her, to some degree, it has been six years. Six years.
She surges toward him for a strong hug, wrapping her arms tight around him. Relief floods through her, indifferent to the fact that she's glowing or that he feels it. Hell, it might even be better that he does. The same intensity of caring is there. Years can't change that.]