[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.]
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week six, wednesday.
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?
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[ Pausing to look him over. ]
You look like hell, man. What's going on?
[ He'll walk over to put an a hand on him. ]
Come on, let's get you sitting some where. Movies or a room?
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[Shrugging from his position against the wall! Don't sweat it Prompto, even if Carlos is a little bit sweaty now that he's up close.]
Movies are fine. Lead the way.
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[ Especially if he's going to be leaning against walls or getting sick in the theater. ]
Okay. Come on.
[ Offering his arm. Need help? ]