kingdoms_of_auradon | Getting Down To Business

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Getting Down To Business

Who: Lea and Aqua in one thread, Lea and anyone in the others
When: After the memory event, but before the next Isle trip
Where: Various places, see thread prompts
What: Now that the days are getting longer and the possibility of not being stuck inside any more looks imminent, Lea is feeling motivated. Time to get things done, some of which he's been putting off for awhile.
Warnings: Feels probably in the thread with Aqua. Otherwise, we'll see.

Fire And Water- Closed to Aqua

Another training session in the gym, virtually indistinguishable from most of the others since they'd been stuck inside. Though, this time, Lea hung back afterwards, looking thoughtful. "Aqua?", he said. "If you've got a few minutes, there's some things I want to talk to you about."

Magitek For Fun And Profit

Lea reading isn't that rare of a sight, but when one does spot him, he's usually curled up in one of the library's comfy chairs or stretched out the common room sofa with a cup of tea and either a stack of comic books or a YA novel or two. But today, Lea's seated at one of the library's tables. The cup of tea is still present nearby but his attitude is different, as is his choice of reading material. The book open in front of him looks more like a textbook or other nonfiction title than anything else, and he has a open notebook and pen right at hand, occasionally pausing in his reading to note things down. What is it that could have given Lea of all people the urge to study?

Let The Sun Shine In

Lea was walking through the greenhouse, but at present, his focus wasn't on any of the plants. Instead, he was looking up, carefully directing his magic to melt any lingering patches of snow on the roof. He knew his way around well enough to avoid stepping on any flowerbeds or bumping into tables, planters, or equipment racks. Most of the time, the only interruption might be if the ent got a little too curious about his hair, but that had mostly been solved by a few well placed colorful bangles hung from the ceiling on strings. But looking up does tend to make it easy to run into people or other non-stationary obstacles that might be on the walkways. Assuming you're not just trying to figure out what he's looking at.

Let There Be Light

Lea was rummaging through one of the supply closets, apparently looking for something. And without much success, by the sound of it. "Come on, they've gotta be here someplace," he said. "You'd think a school like this would have a whole crate or something of spares sitting around, but nooo..."

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Lea had been looking down at the book, making sure his place was properly marked, and so missed much of the suddenness of Prompto's reaction. The moment he looked up though, his expression became one of deep concern as he got to his feet. "Prompto? What's wrong?", he asked. It must have been something he'd said, but what could have prompted such a reaction? "You look like you just saw a ghost."

"Nothing, I-" Prompto's face shuttered, suddenly and completely. From the outside, he looked alarmingly blank. Inside, his thoughts were racing, his heart caught in his throat.

Years of conditioning screamed at him to fall into familiar habits. Act first, process later, don't let a thing show on his face. But the more recent years of softening left him caught somewhere between his instincts and his panic.

Finally, the question pressing at his thoughts made it out. "Where did you get a book on Magitek units?" He forced his breathing steady, though his body stayed distant, frozen, unresponsive.

Prompto was panicking. He was hiding it very well, albeit with a blank, Nobody-ish look, which in itself was telling, but he was definitely panicking. Which meant that Lea had to stay calm and in control of the situation. No more repeats of the last time he'd witnessed a panic attack, when he'd been just frightened and confused too and eventually went racing though the train in his underwear to get Xion to medical.

"I'm not sure what you mean by magitech 'units'," he said, "but the book just turned up in my room one day awhile back, and I'm just now getting around to reading it. But while I'm not sure what it is about magitech that spooked you so badly, whatever it is, it's clearly not 'nothing'. And I know it's hard to focus and have an actual conversation when you're really freaked out about something. So here's what we're gonna do; we're gonna get you settled down some, for real, and then we'll talk, and I'll do my best to answer whatever questions you've got. That sound OK to you?"

Though Lea was clearly concerned, he kept his tone gentle and steady, a subtle reassurance that there was no danger. He made no attempt to touch Prompto yet, nor did he make any sudden moves. Every move calm and deliberate so as to not feed into his friend's panic.

It was hard to focus on what Lea was saying. He wasn't sure if the mysterious appearance of the book was reassuring or not. He also wasn't sure if he liked how easily Lea seemed to be able to read him.

He scanned over the library, scanned again. He knew Lea was right, he had to centre himself, but it was hard not to feel like the room was closing in on him. He took a half step back. His nails bit into the leather cuff.

He forced another steadying breath and cringed when his voice came out in a familiar flat tone. "I just need to know how much the book says about MTs." He didn't want to have this conversation with Lea. He really really didn't. He hadn't even wanted to have it with the guys. Would be happier if no one but Cor ever knew the truth about him. But if that book had mentioned anything to Lea that the man could use to figure out what Prompto was... He needed to know.

'MT's? While he couldn't believe the pronunciation was a coincidence, it was clearly an acronym for something. Something that was undoubtedly connected to why the mere mention of magitech had Prompto on the verge of bolting. Given the context it seemed likely that the 'M' stood for 'magitech', but beyond that...

"I'm not sure what those are," he admitted, maintaining his calm tone. "And if there's anything in the book about them, I haven't gotten to it yet. But I think there's an index in the back of the book, so I can check that and see if there's a mention."

He noticed the way Prompto's eyes darted around the room. Maybe he could use that to help him focus while he checked the book? "While I do that, how about you sit down, look around, and try to see if you can pick out an object of each color of the rainbow- red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet- and list them off? Or if you think it would work better for you, maybe count the objects of a particular color to yourself or something. Anything that's a simple list of solid things to focus on, here and now."

Something simple and logical that had nothing to do with whatever was freaking him out, and that would hopefully help quiet the lizard brain fight or flight response and provide some grounding. Real and present things that had nothing to do with whatever imagined or remembered terror had its claws in him.

"No! Don't-" He lunged forward before he could think about it. Pressing a hand over the pages like he could erase the words with just a thought. "It's not important. I- i can tell you if you want."

His pulse thundered under every inch of his skin, and his feathers hurt with how hard he was resisting the urge to let them flare. But at least the monotone edge had been shaken out of his voice.

Where he'd been flighty and skittish before, now his focus was zeroed in on Lea. He didn't like being within arms length of anyone when he was this on edge, but between that or Lea possibly reading something that would betray Prompto he chose the former over the later.

The sudden lunge startled Lea into jerking back from the reading table slightly, but he quickly regathered himself when he realized that Prompto was just trying to hide the book. Yes, clearly this wasn't important. Not important at all. "OK," he said, tone still calm despite the brief startle, "I won't look it up then. I'll even close the book if you want." He'd marked his place after all so it'd be easy enough to return to later.

"New plan; how about you sit down on the couch over there, and I'll pull up a chair to sit across from you while we talk? The couch'd give you some room to spread your wings a bit if you wanted; I'm no expert, but having them pulled in that tight doesn't seem like it'd be very comfortable." The couch in question was comfy looking and sat against the nearby wall. Normally it would face out into an open area of floorspace, but it's be easy enough to pull a chair over for this.

He let his gaze shift briefly over to the mentioned couch, before returning to Lea. Down to the book, and then back up again. He'd be happier if the book was burned and the ashes dumped into the ocean, but closed would have to do for now.

The way Lea had flinched back from him was a seeping cold forming icicles in his chest. The thought that even for a second Lea might have felt Prompto would attack him- He stiffly closed the book. He wasn't a monster, even if he wasn't what Lea had thought he was. He wasn't a monster yet at least.

"Okay." He nodded jerkily. "We can talk."

He was glad the couch would let him have his back to the wall, but that didn't mean he was willing to uncurl his wings from his back. If anything, at Lea's mention of them they seemed to tuck even impossibly tighter, nearly invisible unless you were looking at him on an angle. It ached in his shoulders, especially since he'd been keeping them free so much more recently. The muscles had grown unused to the tension. But he knew it would be too hard to fend off certain memories caused by anything touching his feathers right then. So he sat carefully on the edge of the couch, wings tight, feet planted firmly on the floor, and his left hand once again wrapped around the cuff on his wrist.

Lea hadn't been worried about a potential attack, really. It had more been just an instinctive reaction to move out of the way to avoid a potential collision with a quick moving object. But there was no way for either of them to know the other's thoughts on the matter just then.

In any case the book was closed, and Prompto took a seat on the couch. Though he didn't open up his wings, instead seeming to try and press them in even closer. Given the body language, Lea suspected that whatever had Prompto so freaked out probably had something to do with them. Which, he supposed, was understandable. Wings, by their very nature, were relatively delicate and probably full of nerve endings; a good spot to attack if you wanted to hurt any creature who had them. (A part of him kind of hated that he knew that.)

Lea pulled over the chair that he'd been sitting in before and set it so that it was facing Prompto before sitting back down. Not quite in arms reach but still close enough that they could talk quietly. He doubted that Prompto wanted this conversation to attract attention. "OK," he said his tone still calm. "Now, what's an 'MT'? Given your reaction, I'm guessing it's not a good thing."

He had to bite back a sharp laugh at that, though he couldn't quite keep the sardonic twist of a smile off his lips. "Good guess. MT, or MT unit, stands for Magitek unit. W- They're made in the Empire back home. The Niflheim Empire."

His eyes slid away from Lea to the floor beside his chair. His voice was taking on that same even tone. Weirdly monotonous, all the inflections ground out of it. "Irrelevant detail." He shrugged.

"The process starts in a lab. There are scientists responsible for growing the units until they're old enough to start training. Once training starts, they learn combat and start injections. Back on Eos, we have these creatures formed by the Scourge; Daemons. The Empire found a way to use Daemon blood to mutate the MTs. It's a kind of magic I guess, one of the few we have back home. Once an MT has enough Daemon blood, they eventually transform into full MT units. Mostly Daemon, fully fused to the mechanical armor that keeps them safe from sunlight."

"They go where the Empire sends them, kill who the Empire tells them to kill. Abominations, just as bad as the Daemon's they're made of." Hopefully Lea wouldn't question the amount of detail Prompto knew of the process. For all the redhead knew, everyone back home knew that much.

He couldn't deny that there were some... disturbing parallels to be drawn between that and what had been done in the castle basement. But that was very much the exception when it came to maigtech and magiscience as he knew it, and not something Prompto needed to know the details of just then. Especially not when Vexen was in Auradon too; didn't want him getting the wrong idea.

But contrary to what Prompto had said, Lea rarely considered any detail irrelevant. He'd been able to work in the background so effectively in the Organization in part because he paid attention to things that others might not notice. It had made him a chillingly effective manipulator. Now, thankfully, those skills could be used for good. He hadn't missed that small verbal slip at the beginning. It could just be a result of nerves, but...

"OK, yeah with very few exceptions, magitech back home is nothing like that," he said. "Radiant Garden hadn't even really had a standing military for centuries before I was born; it was a peaceful world for the most part and there wasn't any need. So definitely nothing about MTs in my book."

"In my world magitech is just applied magiscience. I'll explain a bit more some time when you're in a better state for it, if you want, but in general, think more like... magic-powered household appliances and elevators that work on modified Float spells. Things like that."

So he'd gotten worked up over nothing. Lea would have been none the wiser, except now Prompto himself had gone and spilled the beans. How very typical of him. His fingers dug into his wrist around the edges of the cuff. It was almost laughable. Lea had been reading up on magical microwaves, and Prompto had had a meltdown about it. The cold was spreading, reaching icy claws around his throat.

"Eos hasn't been peaceful in a long time... but the Nifs. That conquest is newer. It used to only be the Daemons people had to worry about. When the Empire destroyed Insomnia... Anyone who wasn't killed in the attack lost the crystal's protection. I'm sure a lot more people died to the Daemons after that because of what the Empire did." He shook his head. His voice was still terribly flat, his gaze a bit distant.

The cold reaching through his chest reminded him of another chill. One accompanied by concrete walls and metal. He shuddered. What did that make him? If he was made from that place? By those same monsters who had destroyed everything he'd come to care about?

Lea nodded solemnly. "Yeah," he said. "Even Radiant Garden couldn't stay peaceful forever, and things back home are... kinda messed up now too. But that's nothing you need to worry about."

"We can't really affect the bigger things going on in our own worlds right now; not while we're in Auradon. But one thing we can do is look out for each other. Now that we've cleared up the misunderstanding, let's try and get you back on an even keel before we do anything else. Because I know that kind of flat voice, and I'm not about to leave a friend of mine in that state." Just because Prompto wasn't spazzing out all over the place didn't mean he wasn't still panicking; they needed to pull him out of that.

But how to do that? Most of the grounding techniques he knew assumed a more... traditional sort of panic. Maybe something a bit more unconventional? "Ever since I first got my powers, my thing's been fire. Warmth is my element, literally. So... list off some things to me that make you feel warm. Big, small, literal, metaphorical, doesn't matter, and we'll go from there."

He didn't love Lea calling him out so blatantly, but he liked reliving the training facility even less, so he could try and play along with Lea's question. Anything would beat the echoing in his ears of metallic steps on cold stone. Of cold metal at his back and hands pressing him down. And the screaming- He bit down on the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste iron. Warm things. Think of warm things.

"The sun." There had been no sunlight in the facility. Some days he still woke up and marveled at the ball of fire in the sky.

"Curry." One of the few dishes Cor knew how to cook. They'd eaten a lot of it in the beginning. At the time it had unsettled Prompto's stomach, but now the familiar spice always left him pleasantly warm.

"Um... chocobos?" On a cold Niflheim night their body heat was a blessing from the Astrals. But more than that, they were cute, and he'd always loved them, from the first one he'd seen.

The phantoms of memory had released their grip enough for him to breathe easier. The icy knot in his chest beginning to slowly unwind just a bit.

"Man, it's been a while since I had curry," Lea said. "Maybe when supper rolls around we can see if Malia knows enough about it to magic us up some. Normal-person spice level though; don't think anyone here would have a good time if we went with my level of spice tolerance."

"And chocobos... well in my world they're not real animals, which is why that book I gave you as a holiday gift was just fairy tales. But they've always been seen as symbols of good luck, especially fat chocobos. A lot of businesses would have fat chocobo statuettes by the register, in hopes of drawing in munny and luck."

"Can you tell me a little more about those things? Like what kind of curry you like best, or some of your favorite things about chocobos? Or even just some of your favorite things to do on a sunny day? Doesn't have to be all of them, just whatever comes to mind easiest." Taking the discussion of warmth a bit further, drawing thoughts to bright, comforting topics. Filling in the emptiness.

It wouldn't be Cor's singular talent in the kitchen, or Iggy's familiar recipe, but... if Mallia could do it, he thought it would be nice.

"I'm pretty partial to spice myself, Noct never lets me cook because of it." He finally pulled his gaze back up to Lea. "Don't know if I could match up to a human flamethrower though."

He picked at the edge of the leather band absentmindedly. "I like that storybook. I can say as a chocobo aficionado most of them are pretty far fetched though. We use them mostly for transportation, or sometimes as pets. I think there's also some tracks out in the country where they run races. I don't really know why I like them so much, I just do. They are soft though."

Looking up at him again, not holding his wrist in a vice grip... Definitely good signs. Though what was up with the gripping his wrist to begin with?

"Well I'm always down for a spicy food challenge if you ever feel like seeing how you stack up," he said. "We could maybe even see if anyone else would want to join in." Mal might be interested, and maybe a few others. They'd have to see if it came up.

"I'm glad you like the book though. And yeah, not a lot of animals that can talk or grant wishes with a dash of moral instruction. Though that reminds me... one time my fried Isa and I were sneaking around the palace- we did that a lot as kids- we found a whole room full of chocobo stuff. Books, toys, mugs, posters, figurines... if it had a chocobo on it, it was probably in there. You'd have probly loved it. Never found out who it belonged to, but then again, Dilan did hustle us out of there faster than usual. I mean he really doesn't seem they type, but you never know..."

"Dilan was head of palace security, back in the day. Isa and I drove him nuts with our ability to sneak in the way we did, and even to this day, if he's got an expression other than a scowl, I've never seen it."

He shrugged, he had no interest in hurting himself over spicy food, but he might be up for it depending on the circumstances.

"You know. Noct was always sneaking out of the citadel. It drove Ignis and the staff up the walls. Mostly because they didn't want to get in trouble for being the one to lose the crown prince, I think. Noct is generally just always driving Iggy up the walls. But I think Iggy secretly likes the challenge. Gladio only ever cares when it gets in the way of Noct's lessons. But anyway, a totally chocobo themed room does sound pretty cool."

With all the fiddling Prompto was doing, if Lea happened to be looking closely, he might notice a sliver of black on pale skin hidden under the cuff. A tattoo maybe? It would be hard to say. He smiled thinly, eyes darting away again, though it wasn't the same fight or flight this time, just regular old shame. "Thank you, I'm sorry you had to deal with that."

"Heh, according to Vexen, Ienzo- our king's adopted son- used to sneak out of the palace too," he said. "So I guess the desire of kids to sneak off to places they're not supposed to be is pretty universal. Honestly I wonder if he used the same way to get out that Isa and I used to get in? It was too small for an adult, which I figure is why they never found it; I'll have to ask sometime."

He did notice the bit of black peeking out from under the cuff. A birthmark, maybe? No it was too dark for a birthmark? A tattoo then? More likely, but if so, why hide it? Given the way he'd been clutching his wrist earlier, it probably wasn't just because it was the embarrassing result of a Spring Break dare or something. If he had to guess, given the context, it had something to do with why Prompto had gotten so upset. But why get a tattoo that would upset him?

...Unless he hadn't gotten it willingly. There were several possibilities for that given what he'd said about his world, and none of them were good. And given the fact that it was magitech specifically that had freaked him out, and the verbal slip he'd made earlier... A picture began to form in Lea's mind. But he knew better than to mention it directly, just then, especially because whether he was right or wrong, it might put them right back where they started. Best try a different angle.

Lea smiled a bit and gently waved off the apology. "Nothing to be sorry about, man," he said. "I've been there; it's rough, and there's no shame in needing a little help when you get too deep into your own head like that."

"Now that you're back with the world, though, there is some more serious stuff that all this brought to mind that I'd like to talk about. Not about magitech, but about certain things in my world and my own experience. If that's alright?"

His eyes snapped back up to Lea, all at once suspicious again. Why the sudden switch in conversation topics? He was a bit wary, but he wouldn't stop Lea from speaking if he wanted to. He let his weight settle back on the couch a bit. Rolled his shoulders once, though he didn't loosen his wings much, just enough to ease some of the cramping in his back.

"Sure. What did you want to talk about..?"

Lea offered a bit of a sheepish smile at the suspicious reaction, because yeah, definitely valid. "Sorry," he said. "I know it's a bit of a non-sequitur. Would have been less of one earlier, but given the state you were in... yeah."

"Anyway," he said, expression becoming more thoughtful, "this'll take a bit of explaining, but here goes. There are a couple things in my world that have similar characteristics to some of the things you described, and most of them have to do with how a complete being is defined in my world. To be considered complete, a being needs to have three things. The first is a body, which I figure is pretty self-explanatory. The second is a soul, which the force that animates you and keeps you alive. And the third is a heart. I don't mean the physical kind of heart that pumps blood; the heart, in this case, is the part of a person that lets them feel things and connect with people, and is connected to your memory and sense of self. Basically it's everything that makes you you instead of just a living body."

"Probably the closest thing my world has to what you described are Nobodies; that's with a capital 'N'. When someone's soul leaves their body, they die, plain and simple. But when their heart leaves- or rather, is taken-, and that heart was especially strong, sometimes the empty shell that's left behind gets up and starts to move and act on its own. That's a Nobody."

"With me so far? I know it's kind of a lot of information, which is part of why I don't get into it that often, but right now I think it's important."

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He frowned. "I think so. It's definitely a little bit strange, but... I think I get it. Sounds kinda like zombies." He shook his head.

"You said take... How do you take someone's- Heart? How does that happen?" Maybe more importantly why would you take someone's heart, but he wasn't sure he even wanted to know that.

He was a little bit apprehensive where Lea was going with this. Explaining something from his own world that likened to MTs... But he would here the guy out.

"There's a certain type of weapon that can do it," Lea said, "but those are pretty rare, and people that know how to use them to do that are even rarer. More often it's because of Heartless; again, with a capital 'H'. They're likely sort of similar to you world's deamons, but they don't really have blood or anything; they're mostly incorporeal. They're sort of like... darkness made solid and those that don't form naturally in the Realm of Darkness are formed when a person's heart is completely consumed by darkness."

"Unlike Nobodies, they can't really think or plan, and with very few exceptions just act on instinct, like wild animals. Unfortunately, that instinct is to make more Heartless. They're drawn to people's hearts, or more accurately, the darkness in people hearts. Pretty much everyone has at least a little, and a little is all a Heartless needs. They attack people and tear out their Hearts. The Hearts are consumed by darkness, and become new Heartless, which go on to attack more people, and it just goes on from there if they're not stopped. It's part of why it's darn near impossible to completely eliminate them once they've got a foothold on a world; wherever there's people, they can potentially replicate."

"Heartless aren't really supposed to be able to get out of the Realm of Darkness, and them being a major problem in our world is a relatively recent development, like in the last decade or so. But when they become a problem they become a big problem, and Nobodies along with them. Nobodies something that wasn't ever supposed to exist. And technically, according to my world's physical laws, they don't properly exist, because without a heart, they can't contain either light or darkness. But they're also very sold mostly physical entities and... yeah, safe to say, they're weird. Most of them look the part too, looking kind of like whiteish or grayish empty suits of clothes that can more on their own. But the strongest ones maintain roughly the same form they had when they were human, along with their memories, so they can sort of act like their old selves if they want to."

"But it is just an act, at least at first; Nobodies are born without hearts, and so they can't feel anything. And we used to think that they were pretty much stuck like that too. But relatively recently, we learned that wasn't the case. Nature abhors a vacuum, as the saying goes, and it turns out that Nobodies can sort of... grow a new heart over time. It happens faster if they interact with people and make an effort to form connections, but at least for the strongest ones it's likely to happen eventually regardless. Plus, if both the Heartless and Nobody are destroyed in a specific way, the whole person can be recompleted, though best not to try that unless you know what you're doing."

"So in a way, Nobodies could be considered a type of zombie, I guess, but they're not gonna be shuffling around looking for brains or anything. In fact, there're actually two Nobodies here in Auradon now: Roxas and Vexen. Both of them are pretty far along in developing new hearts, so it's hard to tell, but neither of them is technically human. Which I figured was better to tell you now, with an explanation, rather than have it come out later and maybe have it cause an unnecessary panic. Neither of them is gonna hurt anybody; as it stands, they're just... people in a really weird life situation, I guess is the best way to put it."

And if Prompto had witnessed Lea or others interacting with either of them, or even interacted with them himself, he'd know that was true. Especially for Roxas, who Lea spent a good deal of time with and clearly considered a friend.

"Heartless definitely sound similar to Daemons. They can only form at night, and they burn in sunlight or bright enough light, so in a way you could say they're made of darkness too. A couple of the more powerful kinds of Daemons are sorta sentient. Some of them are even known to lure people away from safety by mimicking human voices." Prompto shuddered. "Most of them are like animals though. They just want to kill."

He might have chosen to mention the likeness between Heartless and Daemons to buy himself some time to process the other part of what Lea said. Maybe. Sue him.

He'd seen Vexen around, though he hadn't talked to him much. He was a bit strange, but he'd never struck Prompto as dangerous. As for Roxas... every conversation he'd had with the kid had just made Prompto think he had a very sheltered childhood or something. It kinda reminded him of Noct honestly. But again, aside from his weird holes in what he knew, he'd never come across as anything other than just that; a kid. (And any uncomfortable likenesses to how Prompto himself remembered acting back when he'd first gotten to Insomnia... well, that was rather intentionally ignored.)

"I get it. Again, can't say it's not a bit of a strange concept, but it's not like it's their fault. They're fine in my book." Whether the point was actually lost on him, or if he was being intentionally obtuse was unclear. But what was clear was that if Lea wanted his point to be heard he'd probably have to be more direct about it.

"Yeah, not gonna deny it's weird," he said. "The whole business is a big, complicated existential mess even once you get used to the idea. And like with what we discovered about Nobodies, just when you think you understand everything, you find out something new that completely throws you for a loop. But we'd be here all day if I tried to go into every random tangent and exception, and unlike Vexen, I don't particularly enjoy lectures for their own sake, whichever side of them I'm on."

It seemed that subtle wasn't really the way to go here, as the point he was getting at seemed to go right over Prompto's head. Whether that was deliberate or whether he was just a bit dense in that sense, Lea didn't know, but time to be a bit more direct about it. Though maybe not so blunt as to come right out and say he'd figured it out just yet.

"Anyway, good to know there wont be a problem. I always kinda figured the same thing. No one in the history of ever has had any choice as to where and how they were born, so holding that against them would be kinda silly, right?" The last bit was accompanied by a bit of a pointed look. He'd spell it out if he had to, but he hoped that Prompto would realize and speak up on his own.

Getting Down To Business

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