[THANKS BECK but actually maybe he phrased it that way to try and ease the tension. Shit's rough, sometimes you gotta make shitty jokes.]

After that, Prompto's portrait made him follow the lead of taking pictures of said-lapdance and the kiss that followed. We had to explain to Hizamaru that it's not a dance to ward off demons and apparently I'm too stiff of a dancer for someone who tried to eat a condom. [Go figure.

But his expression grows serious again.] The paintings were moving on their own though, that's the thing. Leaving their own frames, visiting others...sound familiar?