In light of everything he remembered from the weekend, Prompto honestly wasn't sure who he was anymore, and he wound up staring at his phone for a long moment, reading Nina's message, wondering about replying, and then burying himself in his pillows and blankets for a little bit longer. He didn't have class until third period, anyway. If he could put off facing the world in any capacity for as long as he could, he was going to do it.

But eventually, he crawled back out, typed out a response, deleted it, considered something else, got halfway through that before deleting it again, and then just went with his first impulse, but littering it with a bunch of crying emoji to make it seem like he was mostly just joking even though he mostly just...wasn't.

Unfortunately.

So many emoji. So obviously a joke, then, right?

What a weird fucking weekend.

And as for the other text Nina'd sent out, she should hopefully greatly enjoy the well-thought out and detailed information coming to her through several nearly-novel length texts in response that detailed for her all the various libraries around Insomnia, brief descriptions of each with his recommendations for each one focused on which might best suit her needs based on any particular information she might be looking for, and if there was anything in particular she was hoping to discover, to please let him know and he would direct her post-haste toward the location that would best suit her needs for that particular set of data. If she had any questions, here as well were the phone numbers for each one, and an assurance that the staff were all very friendly and eager to help, though to please be mindful that there will be some information not readily available to the public, though he suspected she would be nothing but curteous and understanding should she find herself curious about any of those things.