[He'd turned so that his back was facing Noct and had to look over his shoulder when Noct spoke, grinning for him.]
I won't hurt. C'mon, Noct. I can carry you on my back. I've strong legs at least!
[He was a runner, after all. And he was stronger than he looked. Think about the kinds of weapons he used in battle, he needed at least some strength to use them! But it was his legs he needed here, and Prompto had runners legs.]
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I won't hurt. C'mon, Noct. I can carry you on my back. I've strong legs at least!
[He was a runner, after all. And he was stronger than he looked. Think about the kinds of weapons he used in battle, he needed at least some strength to use them! But it was his legs he needed here, and Prompto had runners legs.]