HELP!

[cameracoded]

No! NO!
I’m not…
This isn’t real, th-this isn’t real!
I CAN’T BREATHE!!
I-I don’t even think I have lungs!
This isn’t… w-what’s going on…?


-=someone just woke up as a robot and is not having a good time=-

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[cameracoded]

-=prompto doesn't want anyone else. he feels more than a little pathetic and desperate right now, but he doesn't even care. the thundering of his heart makes him dizzy and he lists forward a bit against Eliot's chest, and he gasps for air when the kiss finally breaks=-

I-I just... wanted to feel you so bad.

-=love conquers all supposedly. he looks up into eliot's face and it's like surface tension alone is keeping his tears from falling. he's not on the verge of a breakdown, thankfully, but he's suddenly tired. so he leans in and buries his face against Eliot's chest, breathing deep of his scent=-

[unapologeticallyaffected]

[Eliot smiles and presses his face against the gunner's hair - his real hair, warm and soft and smelling of Prompto. His hand settles between the younger man's shoulder blades, and he doesn't even make the obvious joke about feeling him. This is where they belong. Together.]

Hey. [he says quietly instead] Let's go home?

[cameracoded]

-=eliot feels so warm, and he smells so good. prompto doesn't want to let go, not for a long time. his fingers curl into the fabric of the magician's shirt where they curl around his back.

Yeah... -=nodding, he finally looks up again, managing a small smile=- Yeah, lets go.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

[Raises his hand to run his thumb gently along one of Prompto's cheeks, stroking back a bit of hair, and then he nods. He pulls back just a little, and briefly, to form the hand positions that summon the door to their room. Then he settles an arm around the gunner again so they can escape to somewhere private and shut out the rest of the world for a little while.]