[ Oh, oh -- whoa. Noctis jerks, startled when the floor tips back just a little more, and he's catching a hold of Prompto's wrist just in case the other loses his balance, too.
Looking behind him, he looks back at Prompto -- the odd feeling lingers, but he's pretty sure it has little to do with him and everything to do with his best friend's heartscape. ]
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Looking behind him, he looks back at Prompto -- the odd feeling lingers, but he's pretty sure it has little to do with him and everything to do with his best friend's heartscape. ]
Hey -- what's going on...?