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024 » hey mister dj keep playin' this song for me
[shopping in lestallum is always a hectic affair, so it doesn't surprise prompto when noctis says he's going to stay in their hotel room and take a nap. it also doesn't surprise prompto when gladiolus says he'll stay behind with noct: the prince's shield can't ever be too far from the prince, and all.
that leaves prompto to help ignis shop for supplies (potions, groceries, the usual) — which is a good thing, because prompto likes shopping. he's agreeable enough in personality that he doesn't question ignis's purchases, and he takes the heavier things without even being asked, out of consideration to ignis. which doesn't make sense, really, because ignis could probably outlift prompto any day, but prompto figures that the brunette does enough for all of them as it is — so helping him take stuff back to the hotel is the least he can do.
by the time they manage to escape the hustle and bustle of the market, their wallet is lighter and their bags are heavier — but prompto's cheery demeanor doesn't waver as he puts what ignis wanted him to carry down on the leville hotel kitchen counter and dusts off his hands like he's accomplished some momentous task.]
So! What were you gonna make with all this anyway, Iggy?
that leaves prompto to help ignis shop for supplies (potions, groceries, the usual) — which is a good thing, because prompto likes shopping. he's agreeable enough in personality that he doesn't question ignis's purchases, and he takes the heavier things without even being asked, out of consideration to ignis. which doesn't make sense, really, because ignis could probably outlift prompto any day, but prompto figures that the brunette does enough for all of them as it is — so helping him take stuff back to the hotel is the least he can do.
by the time they manage to escape the hustle and bustle of the market, their wallet is lighter and their bags are heavier — but prompto's cheery demeanor doesn't waver as he puts what ignis wanted him to carry down on the leville hotel kitchen counter and dusts off his hands like he's accomplished some momentous task.]
So! What were you gonna make with all this anyway, Iggy?
