[Oh, boy, it's playtime. Much to Sparky's happiness, Prompto sits right up and brings his hands out to gesture in lively fun, like everything's good again. Or at least like everything's got a chance.]
"It's clear I ought have put more food for thought in your diet, hmm."
[The words are hardly out before he's snorting and chortling again, leaning over into Noctis with a hand on his back so he can bury his laughing face in his shoulder, all relief and tension and sorrow and need bubbling out in a giggly mess.]
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"It's clear I ought have put more food for thought in your diet, hmm."
[The words are hardly out before he's snorting and chortling again, leaning over into Noctis with a hand on his back so he can bury his laughing face in his shoulder, all relief and tension and sorrow and need bubbling out in a giggly mess.]