Even with Noct's carefully chosen word, Prom can't help but toy with the leather band covering his wrist and the barcode beneath - a constant reminder that he doesn't belong. He has no idea what it means - other than he's from Niflheim. He had always been told to keep it covered though, like a dirty little secret. And he did. It used to be hidden behind a sweatband until Noct gifted him the leather wristband which happened to be the perfect size to cover it.

He doesn't even consider himself a Niff. He can't even remember a time before his adoption - he was only a baby, after all. As far as he's concerned he's Lucian through and through. It does add more fuel to the haters though - a commoner and a Niff as the Prince's best friend? Ouch.

Prompto watches Noct and Gladio go at it, a soft smile curling at the corner of his lips. The offer had caught him off-guard and he had panicked, most likely flailed and spluttered something about needing time. Honestly, it was a no-brainer, right? Operation Vacay would've gone a lot smoother if Prom just knew how to fight.

"Yeah. I mean, I dunno how good I'll be - I'm definitely no Gladio - but I'd like to be able to have Noct's back, y'know? Who knows what's gonna happen with the war and I just... I wanna be able to keep Noct safe. I would literally die for him, Ig."