*skyfall!

The King simply waits patiently for the woman to catch up with him on the ground for a moment or two. “Excuses, excuses.” He simply said in slight signs of amusement. “There’s a mountain view that you can see this kingdom from. The Dragon has been spotted over there.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep making accusations like that and everyone might mistake us for a couple.”

                           SETTING DOWN THE WEAPON, he places both knuckles on his hips, elbows pointed away from himself in thought. Idly swaying in place, he nods adding in, “I suppose I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” His tone is CATTY and amicable. “I tend to avoid most cities unless I have to spend long in them. I do hope your method of travel is gentle; vehicles and I don’t get along TOO well.” Sliske taps the space between the prongs on his chin, “Never have enjoyed my center of gravity being out of my control. I tend to use an ah — alternative way of getting around.”

                          He’d been in a car, once or twice, and knees JAMMED to the chest is such an ache on would like to avoid. “Nevertheless, I would love to. I take you up on this proposition. – I do very much delight in also getting out and seeing some of the less trodden paths. Never know what else we might find to help you with your Empire issues. Honestly, with no offense, too much machinery and I’ve had enough time with dictator-y empires in my own personal lifetime, bleh!” 

So maybe he’s kind of impressive. Her boys probably don’t think he’s that big of a deal given they’re the immovably inclined towards her all female dominance kind but they’ve given him a definite glance or two. Nothing definite - not yet. She’s gotta take him out into the field and give him some real work to do. Lucky for him there’s another good mark that’s been more aggressively prowling just outside the skirts of their camp area lately. Aggressively stupid.

Usually she’d take care of the little wyrm problem herself but seeing how dark, robed and chin stroking mysterious over here wants a shot at her kill in exchange for a few materials maybe she’s feeling generous. Maybe it’s just his lucky day. Here’s to hoping Aranea won’t regret it, that’s for damn sure. She’s bracing a hand to her hip and unhelpfully grinning in mention to the Empire all the while.

       Boy, oh boy—

       His blue gaze followed each of her steps until it searched for her from behind. He bit down on his lower lip almost as if feeling her presence at his back. Closer and now above his shoulder he could hear her voice. His heart was fluttering

       Prompto cleared his throat, finding it a tad difficult to speak but eventually managed to muster something. “You know— I’m wearing them right now.” He retorted, going with the flow and the wordplay. “Do you have a preference where you’d want me to take you?” Of course, the lady was the one to choose. It was his offer after all. This way he could learn her taste as well.

Preferences aside she’s impressed. He’s trying, really really trying. Not so many boys out there had a good head on their shoulders as they were abrasive and Blondie here fronts a run for her money when he isn’t drunk or drowning his ass in self sorrow.

She taps a shoulder before harmlessly flicking at an ear and guiding him towards bustling marketplace.

There was amusement that continued to remain on his features towards the woman for the current time being. “The gentleman thing would be to let the beautiful woman go first - but if you insist.” He simply teleported himself down and was looking up. Waiting for her to catch up. 

The ‘gentleman’ thing. Hah, right. Since when was his impractical all powerful highness a gentleman? Not the guy she will always envision sleeping on his throne, that’s for damn sure. He amuses her well enough though, so well she follows his lead with the scenic route of course. A few hearty skips here, a well rounded jump there and she’s finally joining him at the bottom.

       As Aranea pushed his gun, he dismissed it and lowered his hand down. He wore a sheepish grin on his face, definitely aware of what he’d just said. On the regular, he would be too embarrassed to play around like that but there were also times he was confident enough to blurt such things boldly.

       The pat to his face, the fact that she was just inches away from him sent a shiver down his spine. It felt good at least and he didn’t question it. What she told him however made him wonder whether this was reality and if he was hearing right.

       “Of… of course! I can take you out for dinner, if you’d like. Just let me know when you’re available.”  

Jeez, someone’s cheeky.

If she didn’t know any better she’d say he was throwing a real offer out there. Aranea circles him with only the brief click of her heels giving the calculated sway of all movement away and she’s finally pausing behind him to lean over a shoulder.”

Bet your ass she can. Aranea’s been at it damn near all day by now and still can’t figure out where the wires are crossed beneath armored plates half dented into each other. If that Cockatrice hadn’t smashed into them on their way back they’d have made it to Lestallum back now and she’d be simmering in the all warming comforts of a much needed bath, but...

Well, here she is. Ex commodore Aranea Highwind nearly knee deep in whatever grime that nasty overgrown feather face rubbed all over her airship and got all gunked up in it’s exhaust entrails leaving her frustrated and beyond flustered at this point. She sighs, head bowed for a moment as if it’ll help process the anger that’s been bubbling away since her entire crew had been forced into landing just near the rear of Hammerhead and more than half her boys were busy eating it up at the diner instead of helping her fix this mess.

She still smiles despite her list of mechanical woes. The world will always have it harder and at least here she’s got a beautiful golden haired workshop doll to appreciate. The view isn’t bad at all and if there’s one thing she can appreciate it’s natural born talent. She nods towards the rear of exposed airship inner workings before stepping back with hands braced to her hips.