And Prompto was still going to just stare at this unknown woman while he tried to think of what to say.
His rumbly tummy, in the meantime, helpfully supplied an answer, in another mortifyingly long growl. Instantly, Prompto felt his face blazing with red, and his glasses were starting to slip down his nose, but they'd have to stay that way, because he didn't dare let go of Kitty.
"....are you one of the Kingsglaive?" he asked, quieter than he'dintended, but he hoped the question would distract from his loud stomach. And it made sense that she might be. He knew they all wore black like this woman was. Maybe she worked with his parents? And something was going on, so she was keeping an eye on him?
That made a little less sense, because they usually just left him to his own devices more often than not, regardless.
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His rumbly tummy, in the meantime, helpfully supplied an answer, in another mortifyingly long growl. Instantly, Prompto felt his face blazing with red, and his glasses were starting to slip down his nose, but they'd have to stay that way, because he didn't dare let go of Kitty.
"....are you one of the Kingsglaive?" he asked, quieter than he'dintended, but he hoped the question would distract from his loud stomach. And it made sense that she might be. He knew they all wore black like this woman was. Maybe she worked with his parents? And something was going on, so she was keeping an eye on him?
That made a little less sense, because they usually just left him to his own devices more often than not, regardless.