[curiosity gets the best of prompto literally seconds after ardyn pushes the box forward and explains that he found it lying around. what could it be? nothing prompto can think of really equates to it being]
[...a record player]
[prompto's eyes are as wide as saucers, and he's still as ardyn continues talking. he doesn't remember any time where he received something because he had casually mentioned it; doesn't remember being the owner of anything without working hard to afford it--or at the very least be deserving of it, much like the moped noctis gave him.]
[prompto doesn't recognise this kind gesture from an adult, since he's never been the recipient of such a thing.]
[it's with a slightly befuddled and concerned expression that prompto turns to look at ardyn again]
I can't accept it! I've been saving up for one!
[this logic does not, and will not, perhaps, make sense outside of his head]
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[...a record player]
[prompto's eyes are as wide as saucers, and he's still as ardyn continues talking. he doesn't remember any time where he received something because he had casually mentioned it; doesn't remember being the owner of anything without working hard to afford it--or at the very least be deserving of it, much like the moped noctis gave him.]
[prompto doesn't recognise this kind gesture from an adult, since he's never been the recipient of such a thing.]
[it's with a slightly befuddled and concerned expression that prompto turns to look at ardyn again]
I can't accept it! I've been saving up for one!
[this logic does not, and will not, perhaps, make sense outside of his head]