[ And by that same turn, Prompto will find a way to look up to her even if she did just throw the literal trash at him, because if she hadn't, who knows what might've happened! He might've drowned in curry, which all in all, would not be his choice way to go.
...Anyway, he's starting to piece that together now, sluggishly tugging off his splattered glasses so he can peer up at Mordred's face like he's seeing her through a fog. Only one thought really penetrates.
Why did it...have to be a cute girl... ]
I...I was?
[ Guess that might explain the...food all over his face. ]
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...Anyway, he's starting to piece that together now, sluggishly tugging off his splattered glasses so he can peer up at Mordred's face like he's seeing her through a fog. Only one thought really penetrates.
Why did it...have to be a cute girl... ]
I...I was?
[ Guess that might explain the...food all over his face. ]
You...saved me?