𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳: 𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙶𝙰𝚁: @hercbled
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂? ➤ 【 𝚈𝙴𝚂 】
𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵-𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷, speeding through busy streets. 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 drawing the masses to this location on that eve, and gods he was thankful. Well-worn boots rub against the cobble path beneath, helping him slide down alleys, sneaking his way past the mobs -- aiming to be out of sight. Regrettably, tonight wasn't to be his lucky shot with security burning at his heels.
Immunity with his back against a wall -- albeit fleeting. Azureous hues flickering back and forth analysing his next move. Back? No, they would collide within moments. Continue onwards on this route? Unfavorable that he didn't know the sector, most likely to be ambushed from another standpoint. But, just to his left, a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲, dimly lit, chance for him to slip by -- the exit being vivacious and equally as busy? 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟.
One last glance before he vaults, propelling himself through, left arm catching on loose pipework -- No surprise, it wasn't supposed to be deemed fit for human interaction. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚠! Crouching around metal wastebins as he succumbs to the depths of the alley. Well, he certainly wasn't in Lucis anymore...
And Prompto might've just passed as unsuspicious upon the approach to the end -- had he not been spotted in clear view by the merchant that caused this 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺 to begin with. Was it his fault items were thrown in his face? That he was spoken to at a million miles an hour? The blond could talk for all of Insomnia, but even HE couldn't keep up. Thus leading to a scarf snagging on his jeans as he left the vicinity -- And now he was being accused of theft.
❝ Shit! ❞ He huffed as he steered to blend amongst the gathering crowd. This wasn't a place for weapons, but with the well-armed men chasing him -- he wasn't all too sure if he was going to have a choice. His fault that he takes a fleeting second to assess, brief glance over his shoulder before the gunslingers slender frame was met with a heavy thud.
Panic. ❝ AH! ❞ He shouts; anxiety peaked as he assumed he had run right into their grasp. But, he had not. Looking up to the stranger before him -
❝ Sorry dude -- I didn't mean t --- !! ❞
"Hey, do you know this guy?"
The armed men shouted to the one he had the pleasure of colliding with. Turning at a forty-five degree angle, fear growing on fair-freckled features— 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.
Prompto points a gloved digit at the taller male, then back at himself. His gaze follows as he addresses the armoured group. Apparently, this guy looked respectable enough -- or so it appeared with the quick switch in tone as they called out to the raven-haired man. And with the chase coming to a standstill, Prompto had to think --- and quick.
❝ Course he does! ( sporting a grin ) This is my buddy --- Uh... ❞ Now positioned sideways as he addressed the security, leaning into the man with spiky hair, though he does not meet him at eye level -- feigning innocence to the many. ❝ Dude! play along -- just -- please ? ❞ Desperation through his hushed tone.