[ Prompto has no fucking clue where he is right now. None. Zero. His phone doesn't work, his friends are no where to be found, and there is no internet. Needless to say, the gunner is none to impressed.
Oh, and there are books everywhere. And not even useful books! Like... weird ones. About fairy tales. Or types of plants. Not a damn atlas or road map to be found (not that the blond would be well off to find one of those anyway, he was fairly sure he wasn't anywhere near Insomnia, or even Lucius for that matter.
The blond had taken to wandering around the mess of a place (he was pretty sure it was a library, I mean, sure where he was from books were digital, but he had heard, okay), occasionally dodging down aisles and picking up books at random, but so far, he had yet to stumble upon anything useful.
Until he turns a corner and is met with red hair and--
Wait.
Is he... talking to a book?
The blond raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, scratching his noise lightly as he walks up to the other, blue eyes darting between the male and the book in his hands. ]
...i am sorry?
Oh, and there are books everywhere. And not even useful books! Like... weird ones. About fairy tales. Or types of plants. Not a damn atlas or road map to be found (not that the blond would be well off to find one of those anyway, he was fairly sure he wasn't anywhere near Insomnia, or even Lucius for that matter.
The blond had taken to wandering around the mess of a place (he was pretty sure it was a library, I mean, sure where he was from books were digital, but he had heard, okay), occasionally dodging down aisles and picking up books at random, but so far, he had yet to stumble upon anything useful.
Until he turns a corner and is met with red hair and--
Wait.
Is he... talking to a book?
The blond raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, scratching his noise lightly as he walks up to the other, blue eyes darting between the male and the book in his hands. ]
Uh, are ya that starved for conversation, or....?