"Yeah, that's a pretty top-notch deadbeat dad move right there," said Summer, who was so shooting off a few strongly worded texts into the ether after this conversation was over, "knock a girl up and then fuck off to another dimension without contact."
Yes, she understood that Prompto hadn't probably meant to do any of that, but still....talk about a perfect storm of Lifetime movie channel trope-y goodness.
She sighed.
"Well, you know," she reasoned, "we still have the communicators going and I'll definitely keep trying to get the portal gun through. Hopefully, they're not all just de--"
Summer realized that the direction she was going was absolutely NOT something to say to a newly pregnant emotion mess (another point, texting: the ability to EDIT), and quickly changed course:
"--diiiiicking around out there and it's still just a matter of time. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, two months even isn't that long. I've fucked off for a few months before, and around here? Anything's possible, you know?"
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Yes, she understood that Prompto hadn't probably meant to do any of that, but still....talk about a perfect storm of Lifetime movie channel trope-y goodness.
She sighed.
"Well, you know," she reasoned, "we still have the communicators going and I'll definitely keep trying to get the portal gun through. Hopefully, they're not all just de--"
Summer realized that the direction she was going was absolutely NOT something to say to a newly pregnant emotion mess (another point, texting: the ability to EDIT), and quickly changed course:
"--diiiiicking around out there and it's still just a matter of time. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, two months even isn't that long. I've fucked off for a few months before, and around here? Anything's possible, you know?"