W-what -- ( it honestly doesn't matter how long they've been a couple, how long it's been since they both said their i dos; every single day feels like them rediscovering each other anew and the wonders that made them both who they were - well, at least for prompto, anyway. the compliment is nothing new at all, yet it still sends the blood rushing to his cheeks and he buries his face in aranea's shoulder in turn, thoroughly embarrassed, words muffled against damp skin. ) You don't have to do that.
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