[ He murmurs without thinking as he looks down at the letter, distracted for the moment from Prompto. He would know her handwriting anywhere, he would know her anywhere -- the scent of sylleblossoms making his heart ache. ]
She sent you a letter, huh.
[ Somehow, this hadn't actually come up proper, but he wouldn't be surprised that Luna and Prompto would be in touch. He smiles, but he respects Prompto's privacy, too. And he looks to him, of course. ] Is it private? [ He won't look, if it is. ]
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[ He murmurs without thinking as he looks down at the letter, distracted for the moment from Prompto. He would know her handwriting anywhere, he would know her anywhere -- the scent of sylleblossoms making his heart ache. ]
She sent you a letter, huh.
[ Somehow, this hadn't actually come up proper, but he wouldn't be surprised that Luna and Prompto would be in touch. He smiles, but he respects Prompto's privacy, too. And he looks to him, of course. ] Is it private? [ He won't look, if it is. ]