Y...eah, nah, I'll probably pass on asking the Gods anything — right at this point, anyway. Nothing comes for free, and all that, y'know? ( they fashion themselves as divine, omnipotent beings, but there's probably a hell lot more to these gods than this if the guide he skimmed through is anything to go by.

not that he knows what days of our lives is, either; doesn't seem super important though. ) Oh — she's pretty chill, so she might let you! ( the chick seems content enough to be held, so prompto's not going to put her down just yet; instead, the gunner sinks into a bit of a crouch so that both miss fluffles and the boy are at eye level, and she cocks her little round head contemplatively at him with a questioning chirp. ) Just no sudden movements and you should be okay. Try scratching her around the ruff, she likes that.