audience: prompto.

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week two, thursday.

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[HEWWO. Since they're both on the island, Carlos is going to intercept Prompto the next time he exits his apartment.]

You requested a meeting, right? Let's go up to my floor.

week three, monday.

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[Carlos will flag him down the next time Prompto is out of his apartment.]

Got your request. What's up?

week three, sunday.

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[Flagging him down!]

Not sure if I'll be of much help if you want to send a message, but... Let's hear it. What do you have?

week six, wednesday.

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[HI, PROMPTO. It doesn't look like Carlos rejected his request for a meeting, but... It does take a while for Carlos to go out and find him. Long enough that Prompto wouldn't be blamed for thinking Carlos decided to ditch him.

Still, he'll eventually show up wherever Prompto is, looking like he's ready to take a thousand year nap. He's visibly exhausted, face pale with several itty bitty red dots across it — almost like he might have popped some blood vessels at some point. He leans against the nearest wall once he's there, taking a deep breath and holding a hand to his abdomen. Hm.]

... I got your message. What's up?