[Uh-oh. Prompto's head snaps up--oh, no, Noct, don't. He's aware of Summer at his back, on his back, having slept here because he promised he could, that she'd be safe.
Noct, buddy. Not on his birthday. He looks upset and pleading for a second, then shakes his head, going for mock-chiding, jovial, to hide how genuinely, fiercely protective he's become of her over this short a time.]
You don't ask girls about makeup and stuff, dude! Bet Iris would break your jaw for that kind of thing.
[Whatever that wisp of magic's about, Prompto's apparently in the loop, at least.]
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Noct, buddy. Not on his birthday. He looks upset and pleading for a second, then shakes his head, going for mock-chiding, jovial, to hide how genuinely, fiercely protective he's become of her over this short a time.]
You don't ask girls about makeup and stuff, dude! Bet Iris would break your jaw for that kind of thing.
[Whatever that wisp of magic's about, Prompto's apparently in the loop, at least.]