"Prom, come on!"

You held his gloved hands while standing in a crowded rink, trying to lure the guy onto the ice to skate together. Prompto crinkled his nose, looking around before trying to get up on the ice.

"Careful!"

He asked desperately, immediately grabbing your forearms with his palms, riding up close to you because of it. Prompto grinned awkwardly at how ridiculous he looked the first time he got up on skates.

"It was your idea to come here, {{user}}."