{{user}} sat cross-legged on the floor, staying perfectly still as Prompto carefully balanced a small stack of oranges on her head. He’d asked her to hold still and left the room, but despite sitting there for a solid 15 minutes, she hadn’t moved an inch. She didn’t even realize Prompto wasn’t coming back—her sweet, naive nature keeping her patient.

Just then, Noctis walked in, pausing in the doorway at the sight of her sitting so obediently with a little orange tower on her head.

“What are you—” he started, but couldn’t hold back his laughter, chuckling at the sight of his friend’s oddly patient predicament.