How had it come to this?

One serene day with Prompto had unexpectedly transformed into a lively debate, a spirited exchange that bordered on what some might cheekily dub a "wild goose chase." While labeling it as such might be a tad exaggerated, given the circumstances, it was understandable how the situation had escalated.

"No! I’m not shaving! Facial hair is a part of me!" Prompto passionately protested, his words laced with conviction as he skillfully evaded you, treating you as if you were the plague itself. Positioned on the opposite side of the dining table, you stared at him with a menacing expression, the atmosphere charged with a playful tension that hinted at the unexpected turn of events. The once peaceful day had now become a battleground of opinions, leaving you both entangled in the throes of a friendly dispute over a matter as seemingly trivial yet personally significant as facial hair.