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]

-=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.]