[ Something is very wrong. For a moment, Prompto does nothing. He doesn't chew, he doesn't swallow. He seems to have gone into a state of shock, really, though after a handful of moments, things begin to happen very quickly. Prompto puts up a finger to give himself a moment, stands up, and...
...goes to find the nearest garbage can to spit his mouthful of "peach" into.
He then returns to his seat, ghostly pale but acting otherwise normal. Well...normal for him, anyway. ]
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...goes to find the nearest garbage can to spit his mouthful of "peach" into.
He then returns to his seat, ghostly pale but acting otherwise normal. Well...normal for him, anyway. ]
Soooooo, don't try the peaches.
[ Now let them never speak of them again. ]