[prompto keeps pushing v, through the crowd of people, and isn't quite letting them stop to ask anyone anything.]

It has sentimental value! I can't just buy another one!

[get on with the times, being human is very complicated]

[that being said, they're reaching the loud speakers, and prompto stops a few feet from dj semicolon's turntables or whatever futuristic thing they are. he yells, slurred:]

Just say you have an announcement to make! Get on the mic, ask for my jacket, and I'll pounce on the culprit!

[change his mind]