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“What’s that?” the folded piece of paper was snatched away before Noct could answer, Prompto dodging his swipes to stand a safe distance away before unfolding it.
He started reading, tone purposefully high-pitched.
“Dear Noctis,” he chuckled, shoving Noct’s burning face away with a hand “I wanted to write a note telling you how much I admire how you…”
He snorted and handed it back.
“How you…think you can sleep in class because of your ...stellar grades?” Noctis frowned. “You pompous ass. If you aren’t in my office by 2pm this afternoon; your father will be. Signed; Headmaster Aulstyne.”