[Noctis leans his communicator over Prompto's arm just long enough to take a clear photo with it. He checks to make sure it's clear enough to satisfy what he needs it for, then adds,]
All good. You can cover it up if you want.
[He doesn't care, but he'd be an idiot not to notice how uncomfortable Prompto is when it's visible. He focuses back on his comm, loading the photo up in the painting program he's been using for the King's Knight design process, and summons a digital pen from the Armiger. A new layer is created, and first he covers up the numbers, not wanting to even look at them long enough to accidentally memorize them. He never wants Prompto to be a number in his mind. Then he just starts… doodling. Curling lines, twisting patterns, a bunch of nonsense that resembles the simple sketches or stickers he'd sent in Luna's notebook, trying to create something less clinical from the barcode.]
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[Noctis leans his communicator over Prompto's arm just long enough to take a clear photo with it. He checks to make sure it's clear enough to satisfy what he needs it for, then adds,]
All good. You can cover it up if you want.
[He doesn't care, but he'd be an idiot not to notice how uncomfortable Prompto is when it's visible. He focuses back on his comm, loading the photo up in the painting program he's been using for the King's Knight design process, and summons a digital pen from the Armiger. A new layer is created, and first he covers up the numbers, not wanting to even look at them long enough to accidentally memorize them. He never wants Prompto to be a number in his mind. Then he just starts… doodling. Curling lines, twisting patterns, a bunch of nonsense that resembles the simple sketches or stickers he'd sent in Luna's notebook, trying to create something less clinical from the barcode.]