[Somehow, the already-silent specters watching this performance grow even quieter?? The three will get the sense that they're listening with rapt attention...
Prompto's sword is doing the sword-equivalent of laughing at his ass, though. Meteion's sword is sort of fondly amused and gently encouraging her in her very dedicated servant-acting. A few of the light blue flames from the audience begin drifting up onto the stage, too. Do none of these people know stage etiquette? Wow.
Anyway, one circles around Aymeric as he speaks, conjuring up a paper crown and placing it upon his head. One circles around Meteion, and over her very suave idol outfit, she'll suddenly find a raggedy apron. The one that circles Promptorella will conjure up a cowboy hat fit for a beautiful blushing love interest.]
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Prompto's sword is doing the sword-equivalent of laughing at his ass, though. Meteion's sword is sort of fondly amused and gently encouraging her in her very dedicated servant-acting. A few of the light blue flames from the audience begin drifting up onto the stage, too. Do none of these people know stage etiquette? Wow.
Anyway, one circles around Aymeric as he speaks, conjuring up a paper crown and placing it upon his head. One circles around Meteion, and over her very suave idol outfit, she'll suddenly find a raggedy apron. The one that circles Promptorella will conjure up a cowboy hat fit for a beautiful blushing love interest.]