[ Noctis is pretty absorbed in what he's doing, quiet as he tries to beat his score. A particular round he's on has him tense, but he manages to beat the high score with little fanfare other than a brief, but sudden "yeah!" quietly executed.
He lowers his controller, looking over to Prompto when he huffs. Noctis, nosy, leans in. ]
no subject
He lowers his controller, looking over to Prompto when he huffs. Noctis, nosy, leans in. ]
What?
no subject
[he looks up, leaning away from your nosy self!!]
--huh, dude. You made it! Well done!