[ For all he kind of immediately regretted making that suggestion, he still sort of hoped she was gonna smooch him. Alas...but getting free won't be so bad, either. As she tears away the kelp, Prompto wriggles his arms free until he is at last able to free his legs. She might die if she has to put her hands anywhere below the belt, so...
(He would die too, for the record.) ]
H-how thoughtful of you, Ali! Guess I can call us even now...
[ Except not really, she mortified him and he can't even get one lousy smooch out of it? Cold. ]
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(He would die too, for the record.) ]
H-how thoughtful of you, Ali! Guess I can call us even now...
[ Except not really, she mortified him and he can't even get one lousy smooch out of it? Cold. ]