[The most undignified squawking as he's pulled down with him, trying to brace himself by pressing his palms against the bed. Huffing out a sound against Prompto's chest, slowly lifting his head.]
You're supposed to let go.
[That wasn't very sexy or romantic.
But... well. He does have Prompto on the bed. Under him. That... sure was something.]
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You're supposed to let go.
[That wasn't very sexy or romantic.
But... well. He does have Prompto on the bed. Under him. That... sure was something.]