[prompto knows that feeling--and it's only augmented tenfold with their mental connection--of putting up defenses and getting ready to attack, only to forcefully stop oneself in the middle of it after reconsideration of the circumstances.]
Nah. You're good, buddy.
[he keeps his hands to himself, now, raising them in front to show that he meant no harm.]
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Nah. You're good, buddy.
[he keeps his hands to himself, now, raising them in front to show that he meant no harm.]
Kinda sneaked up on you there.
Y'okay?