It's an impatient sort of sigh from behind a click of his teeth, because he can tell when he's being wound up. Prompto is still giggling like a maniac, only now it's pointed in Ignis' direction.
"You turn funny colors when you're embarrassed, Iggy," he says breathlessly.
"Yes, well, I'm only embarrassed when Noct cannot tell the difference between a morning star mace and a hammer. If he wants to be a roofer, using a spiked bludgeoning weapon isn't a grand idea."
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It's an impatient sort of sigh from behind a click of his teeth, because he can tell when he's being wound up. Prompto is still giggling like a maniac, only now it's pointed in Ignis' direction.
"You turn funny colors when you're embarrassed, Iggy," he says breathlessly.
"Yes, well, I'm only embarrassed when Noct cannot tell the difference between a morning star mace and a hammer. If he wants to be a roofer, using a spiked bludgeoning weapon isn't a grand idea."