"Aaaannnd...." said Prompto, taking a second to kick some rando spring-loaded mechanism he had been trying to see about hooking up to some projectile weapon-thingy yesterday out of the way, grunting a little from the effort of managing both that and the box, "we're clear. Down she goes!"

And not a moment too soon, either. His arms were a point of pride for him, no doubt, but still! "Damn, Nina, what'd you bring up here, all the weights in the gym? If I do a couple more lifts with this box, I'll be able to skip arm day for the rest of the week."

Just like he'd been skipping out on it for the week so far! All of his usual workouts and training, actually.

And he definitely hadn't been out jogging.