Standing in the doorway of his closet himself, Prompto barely had time to turn his head toward the voice before a comment from his phone set nearby went piggy-backing on it. "Hey, Prompt, you try turning it off and then on again?"

Which, apparently, was the funniest thing in the world. And Gladio didn't laugh much, but when he did, it was loud, and Prompto just turned toward it with a little distasteful tsch, sweeping in to pick up the phone and put an end to it before he would up getting shit-talked on both sides over here.

"Heyguys, Igottago, I'llcallyouback, okay?"

One swift move of his finger, and he sighed with relief at the silence it dropped him into now that the call was ended, and then he looked at Vette in his doorway a little ruefully, giving the pull-up bar in his hand a shake in the air.

"This is a piece of garbage," he declared, tossing it on his bed for now because he was officially done with it. For tonight, anyway. "I knew I should have just splurged on a better headset instead."

No, you didn't, Prompto, otherwise you would have.

He sighed again, resetting his focus. "Also, hi, Vette. How's it going?"