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If he were honest, Midorijima was so different than what he’d thought it’d be like. It was beautiful and the Old Residential District was probably his favorite, if anyone was asking. Prompto didn’t know how he’d stopped himself from buying a bird-type Allmate.
He peeked at his phone for what felt like the millionth time and glanced back at Aoba, putting it away. “Bakeries? Melon pan sounds great too. Ohh, and taiyaki!” He groaned and gripped his head, a distressed look on his face. “This place is amazing. I’ve got to eat all the things and take photos of Platinum Jail. This is... Wait, what’s your name?”
Prompto straightened and his dramatics stopped almost instantly when he realized he didn’t know who he was talking to. “Did I already ask that?”