[ In an absolutely shocking turn of events, it's Prompto on the receiving end of that Klep chase. He may be a (self-proclaimed) chocobo whisperer, but he's never been overly fond of wild creatures, and virtual reality or not, if that thing catches him with its claws, it's gonna hurt like hell. So he's hightailing it through the snow, head ducked low, positively sprinting - well, sprinting as well as you can in a snowdrift, anyway - when he hears a familiar shout. Familiar both in origin and setting, because of course he's going to run into Aranea in the middle of a snowfield like this. Them's just the breaks.
"Fancy feast" is a new one, but whatever, he's not about to be picky over nicknames right now. As soon as he sees her, he beelines towards her, pistol still in hand but he's been too focused on running for his life to take more than a few over-the-shoulder shots with it. ]
Aranea! We gotta stop meeting like this!
[ For reals, though. Despite the pseudo-mortal peril, though, he chases his quip with a bark of laughter. ]
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"Fancy feast" is a new one, but whatever, he's not about to be picky over nicknames right now. As soon as he sees her, he beelines towards her, pistol still in hand but he's been too focused on running for his life to take more than a few over-the-shoulder shots with it. ]
Aranea! We gotta stop meeting like this!
[ For reals, though. Despite the pseudo-mortal peril, though, he chases his quip with a bark of laughter. ]