[His doubts are proven correct; he doesn't remember a thing, though he still listens intently and not at all expecting he would remember something about it. Even so, it's fascinating. Even though his stomach twists at seeing the facial wounds on Specs be so fresh again. Though his gaze briefly lingers on himself, and the lack thereof after a certain point.
His eyes narrow slightly at the sight of Ardyn in some of the pictures, but otherwise he says nothing. (Nice job getting pics of the black chocobo, Prompto.)]
Sounds like it. [And looks like it, but that's obvious. Almost as much as the hint of pride in his voice. That's their photog nerd.] How many chocobos does that make now?
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His eyes narrow slightly at the sight of Ardyn in some of the pictures, but otherwise he says nothing. (Nice job getting pics of the black chocobo, Prompto.)]
Sounds like it. [And looks like it, but that's obvious. Almost as much as the hint of pride in his voice. That's their photog nerd.] How many chocobos does that make now?