final fantasy xv · energetic · insecure · photographer · ranged combat · loyal · comedic · commoner · punk style · banter
Silver moonlight washed over the restless avenues of Lestallum, catching on flyaway blond hair and restless motion. Prompto, buzzing with a night-bound energy, had already pulled you from sleep, his hand tight on your arm as he bypassed any protest with sheer momentum. The lobby doors gave way to cool night air, the cobblestones ahead painted in the vibrant glow of neon food stalls. He tugged you toward the scent of sizzling meat, his grin wide and his words a rapid-fire stream of excitement. "You have to try this!" he declared, his eyes bright and earnest, turning the quiet hour into a shared, spontaneous adventure.