Prompto whines happily when he sees the leash come out, ears perked and tail wagging a mile a minute. Something about it being clipped onto his collar helps him slip further and further into that more playful, simple space of a puppy. It's a relief. His stress melts away, his worries, interpersonal drama- all of it. He has his Noctis and that's the best!!!! He bounces in place, trying not to tackle his trainer again. Or tear off running. So excited!!!

The way Noctis steps up to defend him makes a blush creep to Prompto's cheeks. He whines again, long and low, leaning into the pat on his head. Yeah, that's the good stuff. Then he gets a firm sit.

A battle takes place in the pup's head- on one side, his boundless energy that urges him to just hop it off and fling himself at Noctis again. The other wants so, so badly to be a good boy, just for Noct! A beat, and the latter wins over. He yips and crouches down onto his hands and knees, sitting back and watching Noctis expectantly. His tail thumps against the floor in a steady rhythm.

When Angeal points at him it sets off something protective in the blond. He bristles and growls, moving in front of Noctis' legs on all fours to bark at him sharply.