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[THEM'S FIGHTIN'S PEAS, SON!]

Ugh! [SO OFFENDED, Noctis swats the peas away with the practiced ease of someone who's suffered at Gladio's hand for many, many hours.

This is it, this is what Prompto has to look forward to if his request is accepted.

Sighing dramatically, Noctis shakes his head.] Never thought it'd be math homework tearing us apart.

Or peas, [he says, grabbing them from where they'd landed and in one swift motion shoving them fully up and under Prompto's shirt.

Any other time he'd probably have tossed them right back... But he thinks Prompto's had enough actual injury for one day.

Freezing torture, on the other hand...]