[ Oh, Prompto. You are so fucking terrible at this. Noctis knows him well enough to pick up that something's definitely wrong, and he pauses, regarding him carefully. ]
You're not. Not really.
[ Noctis says blandly, staring right at him. Prompto is clutching the book so tightly, and it's completely not garbage. ]
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You're not. Not really.
[ Noctis says blandly, staring right at him. Prompto is clutching the book so tightly, and it's completely not garbage. ]
What's wrong?