[in many ways, prompto is very much like a kid. he disappears for a moment from the hole illya is patching up, and reappears in the same dimension as the man, standing beside him, hands grasping at the straps of his bag.]
[he pulls off the cap from his head, pushes hair bangs back, and puts it back on.]
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Work!? Seriously!
[in many ways, prompto is very much like a kid. he disappears for a moment from the hole illya is patching up, and reappears in the same dimension as the man, standing beside him, hands grasping at the straps of his bag.]
[he pulls off the cap from his head, pushes hair bangs back, and puts it back on.]
Your skin is, like, glistening.
[he can pull off normal conversation. yeah.]