[ his hands find their way to prompto's sweet, freckly little face - or one does, pinching and twisting the skin there lightly. his other hand is busy with one of the maeda brat's freaky mixers, stolen right out of prompto's hands while he's giving him little party pinches. one for every year of his life - er, how many years it is again? never mind, he's just content to be giving prompto awful little squeezes on his cheek.

it's obvious that he's enjoying it too, through the bond that all displaced share with one another ( the devilish lilt of someone enjoying having a little fun at the birthday boy's expense ). ]

Congratulations and many more happy moments to you! I have a gift for you, please hold out your hands and make sure that your augmentation-reality mechanism is turned on so that you're able to see my grand gesture!

[ he downs prompto's drink without even batting an eye at the theft, and tosses the cup into the nearest recycling receptacle, clapping his hands together eagerly. ]