Forget throwing himself off the side of the balcony; that question right there hit Prompto with enough surprise that he'd nearly fallen off of it out of shock. He was sort of under the impression that everything with Yang was all subtle and totally on the DL, especially since he hadn't mentioned a word of it to anyone.
...but Nina was in pretty tight with those squirrels sometimes, wasn't she?
So excuse him for a moment while his brain sort of shut down and his face filled with the brightest red imaginable, and he almost wished he had fallen off the balcony instead of actually being able to stand his ground.
"...please don't use that as a codeword," he said, already imagining how a codeword like that would only inspire demands for details.
And then he blinked, which seemed to get his brain going again so that he could supply, "Just, like, make it about fighting monsters or something! Or that someone needs my help. There's a crisis that, like, only my particular talents can solve. Or there's a pickle jar that needs opening! Something needs to be hacked! Or...or a gadget's going haywire. Codewords like that!"
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...but Nina was in pretty tight with those squirrels sometimes, wasn't she?
So excuse him for a moment while his brain sort of shut down and his face filled with the brightest red imaginable, and he almost wished he had fallen off the balcony instead of actually being able to stand his ground.
"...please don't use that as a codeword," he said, already imagining how a codeword like that would only inspire demands for details.
And then he blinked, which seemed to get his brain going again so that he could supply, "Just, like, make it about fighting monsters or something! Or that someone needs my help. There's a crisis that, like, only my particular talents can solve. Or there's a pickle jar that needs opening! Something needs to be hacked! Or...or a gadget's going haywire. Codewords like that!"