[ It matters little that Prompto witnesses Connor transform into the dog, that a (very large) dog is now standing where his friend was only moments before. Rationally, he knows that Connor is the dog, and the dog is Connor.

But regardless, he can't help but go doughy at Connor's transformation, because it's been a damn long time since he's hung out with a dog, and while, okay, it's not the cutest breed of dog he's ever seen, he's still a fan of man's best friends of shapes and sizes. He coos, hands pressing to his cheeks, while the children begin to murmur excitedly. They've never seen a creature quite like this before! ]

H-heh, who's a good boy!! [ He reaches out a hand — but seems to think better of petting Connor's head at the last minute. It helps that he's ginormous and kinda terrifying, too. ] See, kids? There's your behemoth. Just add some tusks and a mohawk and youuuuu've pretty much got the idea! Sorta.

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