[With that soft sound, Prompto walks back into the blessed solidity of his door and then sinks to the floor, holding the drawing in hands that are now as much trembling jelly as his knees. He tries to keep looking at the drawings, but they're all blurry now, suddenly, like his contact lenses fell out and oh, nope, he's just crying. In front of the Founder King. Again.
He keeps quiet about it as much as he can and draws the back of his hand across his eyes, biting his lip to keep from sniffling too much.]
It's... these... you, you drew these? Snff.
[He holds the folder away just in case he gets tears or snot or embarrassment on this unexpected--this undeserved--gift.]
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[With that soft sound, Prompto walks back into the blessed solidity of his door and then sinks to the floor, holding the drawing in hands that are now as much trembling jelly as his knees. He tries to keep looking at the drawings, but they're all blurry now, suddenly, like his contact lenses fell out and oh, nope, he's just crying. In front of the Founder King. Again.
He keeps quiet about it as much as he can and draws the back of his hand across his eyes, biting his lip to keep from sniffling too much.]
It's... these... you, you drew these? Snff.
[He holds the folder away just in case he gets tears or snot or embarrassment on this unexpected--this undeserved--gift.]