[After the initial, well-earned amazed noise at the display of magic, Prompto settles into a tense, rocking kind of quiet, arms crossed as he watches colors bleed into the flames. There's a lot of black flickering there; black and pale ice-blue, with tiny, short-lived spurts of dull red. Some rainy greys. A beautiful spot of blue.
But mostly, overwhelmingly black.
Prompto sighs eventually, when it really seems the book isn't going to stubbornly survive the burning, and settles properly onto the full soles of his feet.]
All right. Um, thank you, Mister...?
[God, please be a Mr. Something, Prompto doesn't remember any noble addresses besides Highness and Majesty and he forgot what Ignis told him about the difference between them.]
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But mostly, overwhelmingly black.
Prompto sighs eventually, when it really seems the book isn't going to stubbornly survive the burning, and settles properly onto the full soles of his feet.]
All right. Um, thank you, Mister...?
[God, please be a Mr. Something, Prompto doesn't remember any noble addresses besides Highness and Majesty and he forgot what Ignis told him about the difference between them.]