Prompto gave his own gloved hands a speculative look and then shrugged, settling them back behind him on the bed. "I guess that could get annoying," he allowed. "But at least it's just for one day. We were in the field for a couple days and good luck washing anything at all!"

Which wasn't true. Ignis had insisted they could wash things just fine, but Prompto had been pretty skeptical and/or conveniently deaf to these details.