[And just like that, Blaze isn't paying attention to the ghosts anymore because there's an angry barista on his back pulling a hawaiian print rope taut against his neck. He drops his saber to grab at it, twisting the cotton fabric and gasping for air.
He can feel the stars dancing across his vision, giving tempo to the burning in his lungs. He twists and staggers backward, slamming Bolton's back into Prompto's podium.]
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He can feel the stars dancing across his vision, giving tempo to the burning in his lungs. He twists and staggers backward, slamming Bolton's back into Prompto's podium.]