[ If she got sick from this, there would be no telling the depths of his embarrassment and regrets...once again, if he ever even knows she was here, doing this for him. The table isn't exactly easy to nap on, but once he feels his head moved against the soft pillow of his arms, it's much, much easier to continue to doze.
...How did his head get on his arms, anyway?
Not-quite-rousing, Prompto coughs and groans, trying fruitlessly to open eye a crack. The weight of his eyelid proves too heavy, however. ]
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...How did his head get on his arms, anyway?
Not-quite-rousing, Prompto coughs and groans, trying fruitlessly to open eye a crack. The weight of his eyelid proves too heavy, however. ]
...Iggy?
[ Like, if anyone's doing this, it's probably Iggy, right? ]