Prompto had to snort a little bit at the addendum, because, yeah. Yeah. He was in Summer's first class and was still traumatized over going to an amusement part in someone's body.
But he'd not talk smack about her, especially not in front of her cat, who was now peering up at Prompto from his lap, purring and looking content, but he could swear that was a glint in her eyes that suggested that he would regret it if he would even so much as dare extrapolating on that snort.
"No meat and cheese thrown into a Tupperware," Prompto vowed, though he snickered just thinking of the look on Ignis's face if he did just do that. "Got it. I think I can manage at least that.
"Soooo," he then ventured, thinking they'd probably talked enough about all that for now and Nina needed a break from it, anyway, even if she would probably insist that she didn't, "how have things been, anyway? Outside of you chalking up a storm?"
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But he'd not talk smack about her, especially not in front of her cat, who was now peering up at Prompto from his lap, purring and looking content, but he could swear that was a glint in her eyes that suggested that he would regret it if he would even so much as dare extrapolating on that snort.
"No meat and cheese thrown into a Tupperware," Prompto vowed, though he snickered just thinking of the look on Ignis's face if he did just do that. "Got it. I think I can manage at least that.
"Soooo," he then ventured, thinking they'd probably talked enough about all that for now and Nina needed a break from it, anyway, even if she would probably insist that she didn't, "how have things been, anyway? Outside of you chalking up a storm?"