Tell me honestly, have you ever asked somebody that question and had them not say they like ice cream?
[It's kind of a cute sentiment, though. Like going out to celebrate after a Little League game, sort of — whether you won or lost, the sun's still going to set orange-rose in the sky, and everybody still gets ice cream just for showing up and trying.
It's nostalgic enough, soft enough, distant enough in her memory that she almost forgets the fact that she's never going to see a Little League game again.
That's the paradox of Prompto Argentum, isn't it? Everything seems better when he's close by and worse when he's gone, and never the anhedonic equilibrium from before he was ever a part of things to begin with.]
I used to love it. You know, like...before. We — every day, lunch and dinner, I'd get an ice cream cone for dessert.
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Date: 2018-07-31 08:53 pm (UTC)[It's kind of a cute sentiment, though. Like going out to celebrate after a Little League game, sort of — whether you won or lost, the sun's still going to set orange-rose in the sky, and everybody still gets ice cream just for showing up and trying.
It's nostalgic enough, soft enough, distant enough in her memory that she almost forgets the fact that she's never going to see a Little League game again.
That's the paradox of Prompto Argentum, isn't it? Everything seems better when he's close by and worse when he's gone, and never the anhedonic equilibrium from before he was ever a part of things to begin with.]
I used to love it. You know, like...before. We — every day, lunch and dinner, I'd get an ice cream cone for dessert.