#( whoops light in his tank top and a pair of shorts? is prom broken yet? xd )

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"Is that my shirt? I mean. Don't get me wrong, it looks good on you. But I've never seen your guns before, when you're wearing a shirt I mean." He only has tank tops, Lightning.

SEND “IS THAT MY SHIRT?” FOR YOUR MUSE FINDING MINE IN YOUR MUSE’S SHIRT | ACCEPTING

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          Breaks were a rarity, as were hotels, and Lightning had packed exceedingly light for the journey ( what was meant to be only one hunt had become a relatively common occurrence, the Glaive helping to pick up the slack among the otherwise exhausted and downtrodden group; she didn’t mind though, and while she wouldn’t admit it, she rather enjoyed the company ). There were only a few pairs of clothes she’d managed to pick up since Insomnia —- her uniform among them, the rest mostly heavy leathers and inappropriate for lounging or sleep.

          She hadn’t exactly … asked permission to borrow Prompto’s shirt, but she hadn’t really anticipated he’d discover her thievery either ( how exactly had she planned to hide it? ). She looked almost meek when he pointed it out, unconsciously pulling the shirt’s hem down a touch in a futile attempt to cover her bare legs ( he wasn’t much bigger than she was, in size or height, and the shirt just hit the tops of her thighs ).

          Casting a cursory glance at her biceps —- fair skin littered with faint, mostly healed scars —- she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. ❝Welcome to the gun show, I guess.❞ Was that a hint of playfulness in her tone? And was it accompanied by a flex of muscles? Yes. Yes it was.