( so maybe jumping out of the second floor wasn't such a good idea after all; there's still a ways to the main road from the house proper - maybe he should've just sledded right off the roof or something to make it easier to get out. the crunching of snow under the new visitor's boots are drowned out by prompto's own commotion trying to free himself, and he's still lost in thought when steve's voice breaks the silence. if he'd been any more shocked prompto might've just jumped clear out of the snow, really. ) Whoa --
( but it's a familiar face that has him smiling as soon as he's recovered, and the wave he gives is slightly awkward from his position but no less enthusiastic. )
Mr Rogers! Hi! Um. Yeah, maybe... haha -- I was almost ready to dig myself outta here.
he can't just call his ex-teacher by his first name das rude
( but it's a familiar face that has him smiling as soon as he's recovered, and the wave he gives is slightly awkward from his position but no less enthusiastic. )
Mr Rogers! Hi! Um. Yeah, maybe... haha -- I was almost ready to dig myself outta here.