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fandomtownies2018-09-10 04:23 pm
hashtag_chocobro) wrote in fandomtownies2018-09-10 04:23 pm
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The Park; Late Monday Afternoon [09/10].
Already being restless by nature and filled with a sort of nervous excitement over starting his new job at a freakin' game store tomorrow, with the added bonus of even his weirdest and most bizarre class managing to nudge into his brain that he still wasn't ready to ever be good enough to be a Crownsguard, Prompto needed to get out and run today, and he needed to push himself as hard as he could, even though he regretted fulfilling these needs with each and every step. He made a pretty good course around the island, he swung through some of the trails in the preserve, too, waving or nodding at anyone he may have passed as he pressed forward, reminding himself that, hard as this was on him now, it had once been a lot harder, and if he didn't keep it up, it was only going to get harder again.
So he ran. He ran until he felt he couldn't take a step further, covered in sweat, gasping for air...which lead him to the park, which was perfect, because the park had a lot of nice soft grass and so he plopped onto the ground, sprawled himself out with a groan, dumped the remains of his bottle of water over his face, and then sighed wistfully over how nice it felt to just stop and stare at the sky for a while.
And then he grinned. That was a good run. That was a great run! Probably his best one yet on the island. Yeah, he done good. He done real good.
He thought of maybe trying to see if the ducks would come over here and say hi, but any effort to call them over would require movement. Lying down, good. Movement, baaaad. Grass soft. Prompto content.
[[ open park is open! ]]
So he ran. He ran until he felt he couldn't take a step further, covered in sweat, gasping for air...which lead him to the park, which was perfect, because the park had a lot of nice soft grass and so he plopped onto the ground, sprawled himself out with a groan, dumped the remains of his bottle of water over his face, and then sighed wistfully over how nice it felt to just stop and stare at the sky for a while.
And then he grinned. That was a good run. That was a great run! Probably his best one yet on the island. Yeah, he done good. He done real good.
He thought of maybe trying to see if the ducks would come over here and say hi, but any effort to call them over would require movement. Lying down, good. Movement, baaaad. Grass soft. Prompto content.
[[ open park is open! ]]