[prompto pulls it out of the bag, since cain is asking about it. it's big enough that he can fit his hand to hold it -- and thus he holds he out to the other. it's soft and fuzzy, despite some of the more messier stitch work on the tail. he tried his best.]
Dunno. Kids are weird. I never had any toys growing up.
[he smiles, though, eyes meeting cain's]
Still, sounds like it'd make some kind of memory. Hopefully a good one. [about his sister?]
[It's a good effort. Cain reaches out to take it after a brief moment of hesitation, and he can feel the fuzz on his wrists if not his fingers, considering the usual gloves - he's used to wearing them to shield from the empathy connection.]
I guess. She gave it to me later.
[Not that he'd wanted it, at the time, spitting teenage rebellion and nursing secret anger when she left.]
None? What about like, a stick outside? [He remembers making up shit like that with the other kids in the neighborhood - playing in the dusty streets.] Turn it into a sword.
[Okay, he's handing the doll back now, then looking around the room.]
[prompto grins at that, taking the doll back and putting it gently into the bag.]
I had a camera that I won at a raffle. My parents weren't around much and I didn't get to have any hand-me-downs from older siblings.
[but despite the sad picture that may paint about his childhood, prompto's smiling and looking around too. it's not long before a girl startles out of her cot, and prompto's waving at her enthusiastically, getting down on one knee as she starts hurrying over.]
Hey, Anouk!
[her small body slamming into them into a tight hug, trying to hug them both at the same time; an arm all around prompto's neck, the other one pulling around cain's arm.]
[If there's sympathy, it's withheld for Prompto's sake. His own background's exposed him to poverty and children left wanting, absent parents and even siblings, so it's not too much of a surprise. Just provides some context.
And then Anouk's body slamming into then, drawing a brief yelp out of Cain as he's dragged down into the hug. Strong for a little girl.]
We, uh, wanted to see you off. [He looks to Prompto for help as Anouk's face lights up.] Got you a gift.
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Dunno. Kids are weird. I never had any toys growing up.
[he smiles, though, eyes meeting cain's]
Still, sounds like it'd make some kind of memory. Hopefully a good one. [about his sister?]
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I guess. She gave it to me later.
[Not that he'd wanted it, at the time, spitting teenage rebellion and nursing secret anger when she left.]
None? What about like, a stick outside? [He remembers making up shit like that with the other kids in the neighborhood - playing in the dusty streets.] Turn it into a sword.
[Okay, he's handing the doll back now, then looking around the room.]
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I had a camera that I won at a raffle. My parents weren't around much and I didn't get to have any hand-me-downs from older siblings.
[but despite the sad picture that may paint about his childhood, prompto's smiling and looking around too. it's not long before a girl startles out of her cot, and prompto's waving at her enthusiastically, getting down on one knee as she starts hurrying over.]
Hey, Anouk!
[her small body slamming into them into a tight hug, trying to hug them both at the same time; an arm all around prompto's neck, the other one pulling around cain's arm.]
I thought I would never see you again!
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[If there's sympathy, it's withheld for Prompto's sake. His own background's exposed him to poverty and children left wanting, absent parents and even siblings, so it's not too much of a surprise. Just provides some context.
And then Anouk's body slamming into then, drawing a brief yelp out of Cain as he's dragged down into the hug. Strong for a little girl.]
We, uh, wanted to see you off. [He looks to Prompto for help as Anouk's face lights up.] Got you a gift.