She doesn't lose, mind you, but it comes close. After all, it's not as though Prompto really gave her a lot to go on in terms of tracking him down, but she also isn't the Ultimate Detective for nothing. For example, she knows where he bought their midnight coffee, and so it stands to reason that the shop would fall somewhere between his apartment and the park where they met. It also stands to reason that he probably accepted the state-sanctioned housing the same as she did, which narrows it down to a reasonable area to scour.
What she could do is go break into — or, ahem, visit — the government office and see if they would just provide her with his address outright, but that would be cheating. So would be tracking him by the GPS in his device.
...In other words, if it gets to be 11:45 PM and she hasn't got him yet, then it's any solution goes, but she'd still at least like to work it out on her own merits.
It's 11:13 PM when she finds herself standing in the corridor outside a particular door, a carry-out cup of coffee in one hand and a bakery bag in the other, and rings the bell with her elbow while she idles with bated breath. The doorman had recognized the picture of Prompto that she'd shown him when she'd arrived, and the building directory had made quick work of the task of confirming it.
It's late. Late enough that there was a chance she wouldn't make it. But then, she wouldn't be Kyoko Kirigiri if she hadn't been able to work it out in the end.]
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She doesn't lose, mind you, but it comes close. After all, it's not as though Prompto really gave her a lot to go on in terms of tracking him down, but she also isn't the Ultimate Detective for nothing. For example, she knows where he bought their midnight coffee, and so it stands to reason that the shop would fall somewhere between his apartment and the park where they met. It also stands to reason that he probably accepted the state-sanctioned housing the same as she did, which narrows it down to a reasonable area to scour.
What she could do is go break into — or, ahem, visit — the government office and see if they would just provide her with his address outright, but that would be cheating. So would be tracking him by the GPS in his device.
...In other words, if it gets to be 11:45 PM and she hasn't got him yet, then it's any solution goes, but she'd still at least like to work it out on her own merits.
It's 11:13 PM when she finds herself standing in the corridor outside a particular door, a carry-out cup of coffee in one hand and a bakery bag in the other, and rings the bell with her elbow while she idles with bated breath. The doorman had recognized the picture of Prompto that she'd shown him when she'd arrived, and the building directory had made quick work of the task of confirming it.
It's late. Late enough that there was a chance she wouldn't make it. But then, she wouldn't be Kyoko Kirigiri if she hadn't been able to work it out in the end.]