A sudden, pale face at the door; eyes unblinking. It’s a moment before Alan steps within, casts a glance first to the toppled furniture, then back to Prompto. His voice isn’t gentle, isn't wary — isn’t really much of anything but quiet.
"It’s all a lot, isn’t it."
He might call it surreal, if he had the word to call upon.
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A sudden, pale face at the door; eyes unblinking. It’s a moment before Alan steps within, casts a glance first to the toppled furniture, then back to Prompto. His voice isn’t gentle, isn't wary — isn’t really much of anything but quiet.
"It’s all a lot, isn’t it."
He might call it surreal, if he had the word to call upon.