Prompto couldn't help a smirk slipping through now; talk about a tough crowd. "There's more than one chair, you know," he said, reaching for the other one, because apparently, stealing Jason's chair was going to be a regular past-time for him now. He pulled it over close, setting the bag on the desk, and plopped himself down before giving into the temptation to inspect the contents of said bag. "That one you're in right now is just the best, though, because it's mine."

And he'd achieved a comfortable butt groove in it that was truly unrivaled.

"Besides, I think I can take a break from all the murdering and blowing things up for a little while. Especially if there's dinner. I did not spend all that money on all this nice equipment just to go ahead and get hamburger grease all over it."