And Prompto sort of knew it was going to be a useless effort, since he was pretty sure Nina could loophole her way out of anything, but he had to at least try.

"Niiinnaaaaaa," he whined, then sighed (in part for his own whining, in part for just his unfortunate lot in life), pulling the pillow down off his face onto his chest. "You know some of the guys follow your accounts! I mean, okay, fine, big deal if anyone here has to see that, I probably won't see most of these people again except for, like, homecomings and stuff, but I have to work with those guys!"

And the whole thing about them being, like, his best friends, but professional angle felt more concrete and inarguable.