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“How come part-time photographers have to get up at the crack of dawn, but the king gets to sleep in as long as he’d like?” Prompto’s voice teetered on the edge of complaint and adoration as he brushed Noctis’s bangs from in front of his sleeping face.
Noctis smiled, clearly only half asleep now. “It’s the perks of working from home, Prompto.”
