[He considers this, and considers how ridiculous it is for a grown man to be hiding behind a table from a girl who's probably in, like, middle school.]
I guess.
[But he doesn't have to be happy about it! Embarrassed, Prompto picks himself up, brushes himself off, and tries to remember if he ever knew what dignity felt like. Signs point to no.]
Uh, hi. Sorry. I'm Prompto, I'm not... usually this jumpy.
[Prompto, stop telling lies about yourself, you easily intimidated goober.]
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I guess.
[But he doesn't have to be happy about it! Embarrassed, Prompto picks himself up, brushes himself off, and tries to remember if he ever knew what dignity felt like. Signs point to no.]
Uh, hi. Sorry. I'm Prompto, I'm not... usually this jumpy.
[Prompto, stop telling lies about yourself, you easily intimidated goober.]