[yes, that's it. work that camera, darling. those hidden muscles can't hide from the lens, and a small click sound emanates as he captures the essence of the moment. this guy's got pound cake for days. lord knows, his propensity of taking photos of literally everything... even when his teammates are dying in battle... will eventually one day pay off. it started out as a promise to Noct, after all. document everything! the world won't always be like it is.

yeah, that much was absolutely true.

but then McGillis comes in front, too close, with all the finesse of a cat meandering into a crowded zoom call, and Prompto pulls away to look past the window behind the shutter. what is he up to?]

Huh? I thought our relationship was a like a mullet- business in the front, party in the back.

[what in the ever loving fuck?

Prompto raises an eyebrow, the blanket shrugging off around thin shoulders as he obliges, reaching up to bring his wrist at eye level. the lump in his throat hardens a little bit. okay, dude, that's a little too close for comfort. he can see pores. gorgeous pores, but pores, nonetheless. Prompto suddenly feels a lot more self-conscious about the light freckles splattered like constellations around his nose.]

What can I do you for?

[phrasing.

he definitely doesn't have enough gil for that.]