[Apparently, Prompto was working in the tech lab when he got Izunia's message, because here he comes with grease smudged on his face and that oversized tent of a T-shirt (now relieved of its sleeves) and a yellow ball of fluff at his heels.]
What happened? What'd you deck him for? Are you okay?
May 1st, lunch
What happened? What'd you deck him for? Are you okay?