Continued from [X] | @brainut
If he were honest, Midorijima was so different than what heâd thought itâd be like. It was beautiful and the Old Residential District was probably his favorite, if anyone was asking. Prompto didnât know how heâd stopped himself from buying a bird-type Allmate.Â
He peeked at his phone for what felt like the millionth time and glanced back at Aoba, putting it away. âBakeries? Melon pan sounds great too. Ohh, and taiyaki!â He groaned and gripped his head, a distressed look on his face. âThis place is amazing. Iâve got to eat all the things and take photos of Platinum Jail. This is... Wait, whatâs your name?âÂ
Prompto straightened and his dramatics stopped almost instantly when he realized he didnât know who he was talking to. âDid I already ask that?â