[Prompto freezes where he's working on a motorcycle--not his, his is fine, but it seems a little sad to just leave all those other ones sitting around unloved and un-cared for--and then slowly resumes, bright red, with a throat-clearing noise.]
I. Don't know what you're talking about!
[He picks up a wrench, tightens something closed on the bike, and then pops up from the ground. His expression does something funny when he sees Kaiba's eye again, part wince, part weirdly yearning, distant look, but then he shakes it off and props his toolbox on the bike seat so he can start putting things away.]
You've got some stuff on your face, dude. [He gestures to his own cheek.] Right there.
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Date: 2017-12-28 08:55 pm (UTC)I. Don't know what you're talking about!
[He picks up a wrench, tightens something closed on the bike, and then pops up from the ground. His expression does something funny when he sees Kaiba's eye again, part wince, part weirdly yearning, distant look, but then he shakes it off and props his toolbox on the bike seat so he can start putting things away.]
You've got some stuff on your face, dude. [He gestures to his own cheek.] Right there.