[It isn't a question, but it sounds like he's testing the phrase.] I don't remember... [He frowns.] It looked like Prompto-san... and danced like Prompto-san. [But.
After a pause, he reaches up to begin undoing the buttons of the formal shirt--he's missing the jacket, and any white sections of his uniform (there aren't too many luckily) seem to have been stained by something black.
He peels open the shirt a bit, wincing, so Junpei can see his chest. The entire section of white skin has been equally as stained, almost as if by ink. Here and there, sections of strange lesions are beneath the stains--not quite a burn, but something. Everything seems to go from his collar down toward the hemline of his pants.
On his chest, too, is a somewhat scabbed cut out in his skin. It looks like perhaps like it had been scrubbed accidentally when the skin was, knocking some scabs loose.]
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[It isn't a question, but it sounds like he's testing the phrase.] I don't remember... [He frowns.] It looked like Prompto-san... and danced like Prompto-san. [But.
After a pause, he reaches up to begin undoing the buttons of the formal shirt--he's missing the jacket, and any white sections of his uniform (there aren't too many luckily) seem to have been stained by something black.
He peels open the shirt a bit, wincing, so Junpei can see his chest. The entire section of white skin has been equally as stained, almost as if by ink. Here and there, sections of strange lesions are beneath the stains--not quite a burn, but something. Everything seems to go from his collar down toward the hemline of his pants.
On his chest, too, is a somewhat scabbed cut out in his skin. It looks like perhaps like it had been scrubbed accidentally when the skin was, knocking some scabs loose.]
I don't remember...