[Hey, fun fact! Prompto doesn't sleep well when Noctis isn't there. Shh, don't tell. Anyway, it's not actually so late it's weird to see him up and about, and when he smells food that hasn't been ruined by our local teens...]
Ohhhh, man, what is that? Is there enough to share? Can I have some if there isn't enough?
[Prompto sprawls out face-down on the bench on the other side of the table and kicks his legs idly, hungry and tired but mostly hungry. He's twenty.]
Also April 5th, early night
Ohhhh, man, what is that? Is there enough to share? Can I have some if there isn't enough?
[Prompto sprawls out face-down on the bench on the other side of the table and kicks his legs idly, hungry and tired but mostly hungry. He's twenty.]