Prompto tries not to get too wound up in the swell of pride the praise from Ravus about their previous training sessions causes. He can do that again, too, prove himself and get stronger, and, oh Ravus, that outfit, and-
No, no no no. This isn't right! He sure as heck can't just go anywhere like this. But Ravus clearly isn't going to take his excuse. Finally, with a sad sigh, Prompto gives up the hiding part of this ruse. He lifts the blanket from himself, at least enough so Ravus can see the mess. Two deformed lumps that seem to be attempting to form wings painfully push from each shoulder blade, surrounding a set of two light-copper sail-fins that run from neck to tailbone. He of course has full horns, a set of four that curve from his head, but of greater note is the smattering of scales and spikes littering his shoulders and other areas of his body.
"I uh. Can't wear much, like this. People can't- I don't want to be. Seen. Without enough to cover me."
His eyes are sad, a little fearful, and worst of all: defeated.
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No, no no no. This isn't right! He sure as heck can't just go anywhere like this. But Ravus clearly isn't going to take his excuse. Finally, with a sad sigh, Prompto gives up the hiding part of this ruse. He lifts the blanket from himself, at least enough so Ravus can see the mess. Two deformed lumps that seem to be attempting to form wings painfully push from each shoulder blade, surrounding a set of two light-copper sail-fins that run from neck to tailbone. He of course has full horns, a set of four that curve from his head, but of greater note is the smattering of scales and spikes littering his shoulders and other areas of his body.
"I uh. Can't wear much, like this. People can't- I don't want to be. Seen. Without enough to cover me."
His eyes are sad, a little fearful, and worst of all: defeated.