[ Astoria could probably use some company while they're out, anyway...why not let it be an army of psychedelic lizards? But for now, Prompto seems peached as pie with his arms around Bartiolus, even as the 'bot seemingly wriggles to get free. Look at his little arms flail. ]

Y'know? I thought that exact same thing when I was lookin' at myself in the mirror this morning. "Prompto, you devil, you're lookin' awfully sieve-smeared today!"

[ ...Well, perhaps not in those exact words, but the sentiment was there. It speaks volumes to his condition just how deflated his hair is. ]

'N you look like you...didn't...sleep well?

[ Right back at you, Dave. ]