[Prompto's stomach leaps into his mouth as he plummets, eyes comically wide, air roaring past his ears. This, now, is the moment he should panic. He should be terrified. He's going to die.]
...aaaAAAAAHHHAHAHAAAA!
[He does scream, but it's with exhilaration, and despite the distance between him and the ground shrieking by, the sheer speed of the wind against his face, Prompto wrestles his camera up to his eye and takes another (admittedly blurred) shot of the trees rising up to meet him.
Even though every part of Prompto knows he's about to be dead little pieces all over the ground, he can't even be scared.]
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[Prompto's stomach leaps into his mouth as he plummets, eyes comically wide, air roaring past his ears. This, now, is the moment he should panic. He should be terrified. He's going to die.]
...aaaAAAAAHHHAHAHAAAA!
[He does scream, but it's with exhilaration, and despite the distance between him and the ground shrieking by, the sheer speed of the wind against his face, Prompto wrestles his camera up to his eye and takes another (admittedly blurred) shot of the trees rising up to meet him.
Even though every part of Prompto knows he's about to be dead little pieces all over the ground, he can't even be scared.]