At least Prompto avoided blowing chunks on Noct's shoes. Mouth now minty fresh, and water bottle securely back in his backpack and no one would ever know he just barfed up - except for Noct who was there.

"Totes free men!" More like fugitives on the run. Who knew how long it would be before they were caught and hauled back to the Citadel. Not long enough. No amount of time would ever be enough to just be free to make their own choices - however bad said choices might be.

Prom grabbed Noct once they were away from the vomit puddle, pulling him close so he could snap a shot of them on his camera, the wall glistening in the background behind them. "The first shot of our adventure! Come on, dude. I'll race you to the road!"

He would probably regret any unnecessary running later once the realisation hits that Hammerhead is miles away on foot and they probably haven't packed half the necessary survival supplies they should've. But for now, Prom was happily racing ahead towards the road, thoroughly enjoying the freedom.