[ Prompto opens his mouth to object, eyes narrowing on the duck Gladio picks up, but - well, he...has got him there. Even if that's totally not what he means and Gladio knows it. It's a good play on words, and Prompto has to respect that.
So he shuts his mouth, reconsidering, his mouth thinning. He hoped he could at least derail Gladio from babysitting with the allure of cute girls...it would've worked easily on Prompto himself. ]
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So he shuts his mouth, reconsidering, his mouth thinning. He hoped he could at least derail Gladio from babysitting with the allure of cute girls...it would've worked easily on Prompto himself. ]
Sooo, what are we gonna do, then?