[Prompto's eyes widen and soften both as he looks up at Ignis, taking that in. Also imagining those consequences, a little. Ignis is right, it's not pleasant.
After the beat of weighty consideration that warrants, Prompto reaches up and clasps Ignis's arm, moved and adoring and firm.]
no subject
After the beat of weighty consideration that warrants, Prompto reaches up and clasps Ignis's arm, moved and adoring and firm.]
Don't be mean to my girlfriend.
[He says it softly.]
I like her un-burnt to a crisp. Okay?