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[How does he still possess so much energy? This is a question that V might still be asking himself in the future, for an untold amount of times.

But for now, with Prompto back on his feet, he's once more being shuffled out into the balcony with eager hands pressed against his shoulder blades.]

Don't you have people to dance with? Now that you've recovered your treasured jacket?

[Childish and dumb. And now V's back in the outside air, which is... fine, he supposes, if he wasn't being guided around by a drunk Prompto. Again.]