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THREE ✻ VIDEO
[shaky camera handling, this isn't prompto's best moment behind it. the recording seems to be in sections. first, the sound of crunching grass and leaves under prompto's boots, dark surroundings but for the flashlight from his phone, and the appearance of these flowers as he walks on.]
Does anyone else hear that? There's music coming from the woods...
Ah, that--
[it cuts off. some minutes later, there's another video. this time the camera is facing prompto's face; his surroundings blurry, it's clear that he's running, and the rain doesn't help in capturing a clear picture.]
They're--here!
[he pants between his words. clearly he's been running for a while. what's this blair witch bullshit? however, prompto doesn't sound scared; he sounds anxious, almost excited.]
Wait!
[the feed cuts off again, cutting short a yelp of surprise from prompto.]
[the final piece of video is the most coherent one, if only because the camera is still. it's still pointing towards prompto's face but he's not concerned in looking at the camera straight on. his hair is heavy and wet from the rain. in fact, he's entirely soaked at this point.]
[the panting between his words, this time, is not because of physical strain. he's shivering.]
My dad's calling me. [a pause, his eyes glancing past the camera towards something in front of him] He says they've been waiting for m--
[he shushes abruptly]
Just now... Did anyone else hear them?
Does anyone else hear that? There's music coming from the woods...
Ah, that--
[it cuts off. some minutes later, there's another video. this time the camera is facing prompto's face; his surroundings blurry, it's clear that he's running, and the rain doesn't help in capturing a clear picture.]
They're--here!
[he pants between his words. clearly he's been running for a while. what's this blair witch bullshit? however, prompto doesn't sound scared; he sounds anxious, almost excited.]
Wait!
[the feed cuts off again, cutting short a yelp of surprise from prompto.]
[the final piece of video is the most coherent one, if only because the camera is still. it's still pointing towards prompto's face but he's not concerned in looking at the camera straight on. his hair is heavy and wet from the rain. in fact, he's entirely soaked at this point.]
[the panting between his words, this time, is not because of physical strain. he's shivering.]
My dad's calling me. [a pause, his eyes glancing past the camera towards something in front of him] He says they've been waiting for m--
[he shushes abruptly]
Just now... Did anyone else hear them?
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[...]
I always... thought he'd come back.
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Togusa closes his eyes tightly. Can he really dash Prompto's hopes like that? Or is it pure chance that he's suddenly gotten something that he wants more than anything?
"And he picks right now, when things are going strange, to come back?"
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[don't try to reason with a rustled chocobo, because it'll make prompto realise that what he doesn't want to admit as truth is actually happening. he's annoyed at himself.]
--it's fine, I'm heading back.
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"I'll stay on if you want. If you're sure you want to come back." But he expects the offer to be rejected. Prompto doesn't need to feel embarrassed, but he might be at that point anyway.
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[the concern he gets from adults is atypical, and so prompto doesn't react to it in the best of ways; doesn't necessarily react to it the way he should, frankly.]
I can check in later, but I--
I'm just gonna go.
[embarrassed? definitely]
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"I'm sorry." And then he hangs up.
Damn. He really didn't want to dash Prompto's hopes, but he had to. Another mark against Retrospec. Maybe it's odd which things Togusa is choosing to hold against them, but this goes on the damn list.