[Whine. No, he doesn't have any breathing protection, so he makes sure his footing in the tree is secure, tugs one side of his jacket over his nose, and pulls the trigger. Blam, blam--and this time, he gets two close-clustered headshots between the eyes. The deer's frenzied attempts to climb the tree stop, as do its cries, and it topples over into the mist.
Dismissing his weapon, Prompto pulls the other side of his jacket over the first and waits, breathing shallowly, hoping for the best.]
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Dismissing his weapon, Prompto pulls the other side of his jacket over the first and waits, breathing shallowly, hoping for the best.]
...Think it's safe?