[prompto skips ahead, up the step to the front door and keeping the door open until cloud puts his hand over it, then making quick work of walking towards an empty booth and sitting on it. the seats are cushioned and it feels like some oldies diner, music from the 70s and 80s playing softly from the speakers up top and aged posters on the walls.]
[soon as they're both sat, they're greeted by a waitress who puts down a menu for food and one for milkshakes. prompto immediately dives in into the one for food.]
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[soon as they're both sat, they're greeted by a waitress who puts down a menu for food and one for milkshakes. prompto immediately dives in into the one for food.]
Hmm... Do you feel like sharing?