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[ it's early the next morning when prompto slips onto the network. he really needs to be more proactive about making friends and doing things to cheer people up. so!! ] 

happy new year everybody 🎉
not sure if you celebrated or whatever but hope it was good regardless

anyway!!!

what kinda stuff is everyone looking forward to?
like resolutions and things i guess??
never really thought about it too much before but i dunno
feels kinda weird to want good things when part of me just wants to go home haha

if anyone's looking to hang out or whatever tho i'm around
or i guess if you wanna learn how to shoot or take pics i'm your guy

could find something fun to do and make it a real party 🥳

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[perfectdevil]

[ Lestat watches Prompto take his few initial snaps with avid curiosity, his manner all too similar to the way a child might watch an insect scurry around under a magnifying glass, completely unaware of how swift and imminent and close by certain death might just be.

Not that Lestat is planning any kind of attack, but. Food for thought.

He watches Prompto’s fine hands and easy posture as he takes the photos, moving with familiarity into the necessary positions he needs to get the photos he wants. When the camera turns on him, he smiles easily without bothering to pose (he’s all too aware that he’s attractive enough without) and when Prompto says that… well, it surprises a genuine laugh out of him that is undoubtably caught in the shutter of his digital camera. ]

Just as I said; you’re very talented. [ He surmises, looking over the photos with him. The one that caught him laughing is quite cute, and even in something like that Lestat can notice - like with all the others - that the proportions are exactly right, and the lighting looks good even before he messes with the settings. ] Much more than just a handsome face, hm?

[ Okay, that flirting is a little on the nose but, he’s been pretty well-behaved thus far – he’s bound to slip up sooner or later. Suddenly, he taps Prompto on the wrist with a cold finger, insistent as a boy but with the eagerness of a man hungry to rid himself of inexperience. ]

May I try? Will you show me? And while you do, tell me what things you’d take photographs of in your own world, won’t you?