[prompto does a satisfied, victorious whoop in the air with his fist, then laughs, rolling off noctis and onto the bed, allowing himself to close his eyes and bask under the cool air of the air conditioner]
Knew I could trust you.
[now that he's in bed, he feels positively exhausted]
[cracking an eye open, he asks] --any plans coming here?
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Knew I could trust you.
[now that he's in bed, he feels positively exhausted]
[cracking an eye open, he asks] --any plans coming here?