[ Remarkably enough, Prompto continues to sleep through this whole operation, only murmuring a little as Lucina sets his head back down onto the table. It's helpful that she's so fluid and careful in her movements — if she had let his forehead smack back down against the table, he would've woken for certain.
But no — he continues to doze, having a strange dream about swimming in a lake of curry. Doesn't sound very sanitary, but it sure sounds delicious, doesn't it?
...He's vaguely aware that it feels like there's food all over his face, too, but not enough to actually rouse himself. ]
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But no — he continues to doze, having a strange dream about swimming in a lake of curry. Doesn't sound very sanitary, but it sure sounds delicious, doesn't it?
...He's vaguely aware that it feels like there's food all over his face, too, but not enough to actually rouse himself. ]