[ And like a true chump, Prompto remains none the wiser, because he has no idea where that fish came from, or even if anyone threw it. Like, who knows? Maybe it...fell from somewhere? This place is weird. The point is, he isn't the least bit suspicious of North when she calls him out, freezing in place with the heel of his palm in his eye. ]
A freakin' dead fish hit me in the face! Nrrghhh, nasty —
[ He's probably blind? He's probably blind. In any case, he keeps his hand over his eye, looking up at her with a grim expression. ]
G-give it to me straight. Would I look bad with an eye patch?
[ It's unclear from his tone of voice whether this is supposed to be a joke or not. ]
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A freakin' dead fish hit me in the face! Nrrghhh, nasty —
[ He's probably blind? He's probably blind. In any case, he keeps his hand over his eye, looking up at her with a grim expression. ]
G-give it to me straight. Would I look bad with an eye patch?
[ It's unclear from his tone of voice whether this is supposed to be a joke or not. ]