[Prompto latches onto his arms, and Noctis actually has to throw a foot back in order to steady himself against the not-quite-flailing. His friend is making the most hilarious face at him right now, and he'd laugh if not for the fact that he isn't sure this isn't something serious.]
Woah, wait-
[He's squinting back in return, trying to see what the problem is. They're just both squinting at each other now, which probably might seem very strange to a random passerby.]
rip
Woah, wait-
[He's squinting back in return, trying to see what the problem is. They're just both squinting at each other now, which probably might seem very strange to a random passerby.]
What hurts? Did you get something in your eyes?