[Prompto kicks him in the ankle a little, but takes the lenses excitedly.]
Oh, man, lucky! Wait, hold on, can you--
[He palms the lens case for a moment, puts a hand on his camera, and then, doop doop doop doop, his gun and bedroll and everything else he was carrying (except his camera and phone, which, of course, he can't ever put down) disappears into Bahamut's pocket space.
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Oh, man, lucky! Wait, hold on, can you--
[He palms the lens case for a moment, puts a hand on his camera, and then, doop doop doop doop, his gun and bedroll and everything else he was carrying (except his camera and phone, which, of course, he can't ever put down) disappears into Bahamut's pocket space.
He lifts his fist to heaven triumphantly.]
I never have to carry anything ever again.
[How's it feel to be loved, Noct?]