Once invited, Prompto sits, arranging himself cross-legged on the sand and bouncing his knees a bit. "Oh. Man, you haven't met Noct yet? He's, like, only my best friend in the universe. He's staying in the room next to me now, I'll have to introduce you two sometime."

And that's it, for a moment. Prompto doesn't seem eager to start the story, holding his ankles instead and watching the seafoam lap at the shore. Eventually, though, he says, "You'll know him when you see him. Black hair, blue eyes... He looks a lot like Izunia. Zuzu's his, uh, great-to-the-hundred-and-eleventh-power grandfather, I think it is, so, like. That makes sense."