[oh. prompto has a point and deimos knows more than anyone about missed connections with regrets. at least you tried. those words are comforting to hear at least. lost for words at this strange encouragement, deimos is quiet as they make their way inside and get seated.]
something hot
[it's a soup restaurant deimos, everything's hot!]
sour too. and for you? or do you need a suggestion?
[prompto filters through the information, looking for sour options.]
Oh, they have that shchi stuff. It has something called sauerkraut? [he totally butchered the name. he taps at it, so that a hologram of the soup comes up for them to look at.] You can order it with bread and potatoes... Would you like that one?
[as for himself, he's already eyeing]
I think I'll have the spicy pork and noodles one. Bet it's pork substitute, but those aren't half bad.
[he'll place the order if deimos gives him the okay. all the while, sitting there, smiling silly at the other guy as he awaits a response, bouncing his foot up and down, the motion translating all over his body.]
[prompto told him this at the safehouse before but deimos never thought much of it. maybe because in space eating substituted meals was all they had. he guesses that fake meat and food isn't something everyone's accustomed to. navigators sure complained about the food quality on the ship after all. prompto really is acting like a navigator out here, huh?
deimos can't help but smile when he sees prompto acting silly. it's really endearing to have someone act like this around him, someone who isn't weirded out by the silence or distal answers deimos gives him. prompto is genuinely an all around good guy.
how did he ever get so lucky?]
i'll take shchi with bread and potatoes. i take it you like spicy foods?
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something hot
[it's a soup restaurant deimos, everything's hot!]
sour too.
and for you? or do you need a suggestion?
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Oh, they have that shchi stuff. It has something called sauerkraut? [he totally butchered the name. he taps at it, so that a hologram of the soup comes up for them to look at.] You can order it with bread and potatoes... Would you like that one?
[as for himself, he's already eyeing]
I think I'll have the spicy pork and noodles one. Bet it's pork substitute, but those aren't half bad.
[he'll place the order if deimos gives him the okay. all the while, sitting there, smiling silly at the other guy as he awaits a response, bouncing his foot up and down, the motion translating all over his body.]
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[prompto told him this at the safehouse before but deimos never thought much of it. maybe because in space eating substituted meals was all they had. he guesses that fake meat and food isn't something everyone's accustomed to. navigators sure complained about the food quality on the ship after all. prompto really is acting like a navigator out here, huh?
deimos can't help but smile when he sees prompto acting silly. it's really endearing to have someone act like this around him, someone who isn't weirded out by the silence or distal answers deimos gives him. prompto is genuinely an all around good guy.
how did he ever get so lucky?]
i'll take shchi with bread and potatoes.
i take it you like spicy foods?