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[ there's a gentle shrug; it's not like he's offended by it, and anyway, he's suddenly engrossed in the game they're playing, aiming one-handed as he's used to until things really start to pick up. peter might be rusty, but he seems to hold his own, increasingly excited as they move from one level to the next. they're somewhere on the fifth one when they hit a lull, and prompto cheers softly, turning to glance at peter.

and then... well, he doesn't care too much for the game anymore, purposely trying to sling an arm around his shoulders so he can lift up and kiss him on the mouth before the game starts again. ]