[ In full disclosure, Prompto is definitely sick as a dog, though it's easy enough for him to ignore his symptoms with the right stimulus. In this case, it is absolutely his robo-lizard son, which he is now lifting into his arms, turning him over to check him out from every angle. He's just as he imagined...colored like a bag of Skittles and all. ]

Oh — right! He's gotta have somethin' epic to match his dynamic personality. Let's see, here...

[ He sets the lizard back down as he roars cheerfully(?). What sort of a lizard does he look like? A Michael? A Chico? A Maximilian? Give him a moment to consider this... ]

He kinda looks like a Bart to me. Sir Bart...iolus. The First.

[ He should probably have more titles. And a surname. He's just getting started! ]