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[ I didn't read them all but multiple's of 5 gogogo ]
5. Piercings I have
[ just the two—one in each ear. ]
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15. Relationship status
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Crash Landings || Hope & Prompto
"God. Fucking. Damn it." Prompto wiped at his face with two hands, pacing around a sea of green that seemed to go on for miles. This was the last place he had wanted to land. Gravity was quickly becoming his new enemy. Not only had this been the last place he wanted to land, but he had never wanted to land anywhere in the first place. He had been passing overhead-- far enough over head to avoid the gravitational pull, he had thought --when his ship suddenly worked itself into a fit and began to spiral downward. Most people would have been thankful their lives were spared. He was a pretty lucky guy to have made it out safely. He had used quite a few hi-potions in compensation of being okay, but he had made it out alive and was fine now. Still, thankful was the last thing he was feeling. Pissed. He was pissed. His ship was totaled, he was down seven hi-potions, and he was stranded in whatever the hell this place was. Civilization didn't look like it was anywhere close. The setback was going to be huge. Days, maybe even weeks.
"I don't have fuckin' time for this," he groaned to himself, halting his steps, closing his eyes, and tilting his head back. "This can't be fuckin' real. There's no way." He snapped his head forward and revealed his gaze. Green. There was a lot of green. It stretched on for miles. It was real. His position was very real. "FUCK." He kicked at the ground, digging up dirt and grass with every motion he made. How did a guy get this unlucky? Or perhaps it wasn't luck-- how did a guy get this careless? He should have been more wary of the gravity field he had gone over. Whatever the hell had been the cause of him falling from the sky, it had him more angry than he had felt in a while. People were at home waiting for information that he carried. He was stranded out in this random grass desert without a ship or a person in sight.
--Or was he?
"Alright, alright." He picked up his pacing, letting his hands rest on his hips as he made a large circle. "There's gotta be a way outta this; it's not like a place can be completely uninhabited." He glanced around. A place couldn't be completely uninhabited, right? Just as he was beginning to feel anger set in once more, his question was answered: There was a person. A short looking person, but a person nonetheless. That was a little hopeful. Prompto raised a hand and waved, calling out, "Yo'! Over there! Hang on!" He trotted towards the stranger. A part of him felt cautious; he knew nothing of this world. The person he approached could have been a cop or protector of some sort, set on annihilating all trespassers. If that were the case, it couldn't be so bad. Prompto would take them hostage to take a step closer to a solution, if he had to.
