[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.]
[Eyes don't unstick from Prompto, grin stays engraved on his expression, like a permanent feature.]
No? Then I'm not at all impressed, nor am I at all dissuaded from doing what I want, and when I want to.
[The vendor is coming from around his spot behind the counter, heading towards the both of them with a frown and more words of stark disapproval. Only when Ardyn hears the padding of quickened footsteps behind him does he let go, fingers releasing like a bear trap snapping in reverse.
The blue at their chests fade. Nothing to see here.]
[and immediately, upon being released, prompto holds steadfast to his arm and brings it close to his chest, stumbling back up to his feet and keeping his eyes trained on ardyn. and yet he moves back, put some distance between the two of them.]
[ardyn is a terrifying man, and even without having whatever he had at eos to help his bigger sense of grandeur, he is calculating enough to know how much to give without getting himself into any explicit trouble.]
[this was a bad idea and prompto should've known better.]
[the vendor is saying something about not allowing fighting in the premises, saying something about getting their pictures from their id's, and prompto's simply biting his tongue at this point.]
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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.]
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No? Then I'm not at all impressed, nor am I at all dissuaded from doing what I want, and when I want to.
[The vendor is coming from around his spot behind the counter, heading towards the both of them with a frown and more words of stark disapproval. Only when Ardyn hears the padding of quickened footsteps behind him does he let go, fingers releasing like a bear trap snapping in reverse.
The blue at their chests fade. Nothing to see here.]
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[ardyn is a terrifying man, and even without having whatever he had at eos to help his bigger sense of grandeur, he is calculating enough to know how much to give without getting himself into any explicit trouble.]
[this was a bad idea and prompto should've known better.]
[the vendor is saying something about not allowing fighting in the premises, saying something about getting their pictures from their id's, and prompto's simply biting his tongue at this point.]
Whatever, I'm leaving anyway.
[and that's that.]