[Prompto isn't addressing him, but how could he possibly fail to recognise the voice of one of his closest friends? It's been months since he last saw anyone familiar, and he almost - just for a moment - believes that his mind might be playing tricks on him.
Ignis still looks slightly ruffled from the coliseum (as a member of the Guard, he was naturally there to help protect the new arrivals) with a few scuffs of dirt on his clothes and several strands of hair escaping over his forehead, but more than that he appears thoroughly startled as he focuses in on Prompto and clears the shop floor in several quick strides, planting a hand on the blond man's shoulder.]
Prompto--
[It is him. By the Six. There's really going to be no end to the number of surprises he gets today.]
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Ignis still looks slightly ruffled from the coliseum (as a member of the Guard, he was naturally there to help protect the new arrivals) with a few scuffs of dirt on his clothes and several strands of hair escaping over his forehead, but more than that he appears thoroughly startled as he focuses in on Prompto and clears the shop floor in several quick strides, planting a hand on the blond man's shoulder.]
Prompto--
[It is him. By the Six. There's really going to be no end to the number of surprises he gets today.]