[ The laugh is totally the most nervous laugh he's ever heard!
Noctis is startled enough to let Prompto grab the book away from him, and by gods he hasn't actually believed that he's capable of moving that quickly up until now. And so the book is inadvertently surrendered to him, with Noctis none the wiser to its contents, except the fact that it's a blinding shade of yellow.
But it's a distraction; it pulls him away from the mess that is Noctis' way of handling things, and he makes a soft noise at that quip, like it could be something resembling wry amusement. There is so much he wants to ask, so much he needs to know, but he settles on one burning question: ]
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Noctis is startled enough to let Prompto grab the book away from him, and by gods he hasn't actually believed that he's capable of moving that quickly up until now. And so the book is inadvertently surrendered to him, with Noctis none the wiser to its contents, except the fact that it's a blinding shade of yellow.
But it's a distraction; it pulls him away from the mess that is Noctis' way of handling things, and he makes a soft noise at that quip, like it could be something resembling wry amusement. There is so much he wants to ask, so much he needs to know, but he settles on one burning question: ]
Did Ignis turn out okay? Gladio? You?