[ It's somewhat telling that Prompto is nearly as surprised by the appearance of the dragon as he is by the sound of a familiar voice, albeit one he hasn't heard in some months. It has him craning him twisting around wildly for the source of it, temporarily distracted from his own effort to get villagers evacuated towards the relative safety of the trees.
Once he spots her, he can't help a wide grin, even considering the danger they're in. ]
One hell of a sim, huh, Ann-a Banana?
[ It hasn't even occurred to him she might not remember him. ]
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Once he spots her, he can't help a wide grin, even considering the danger they're in. ]
One hell of a sim, huh, Ann-a Banana?
[ It hasn't even occurred to him she might not remember him. ]