[He's greeted by a zombie at his door-- or rather, it looks to be Prompto. He peers over the top of his laptop, just in time to see the young man fall to the ground in a somewhat theatrical matter. Ardyn would be more concerned if not for the fact that he can tell when people are being overly dramatic, versus when they really do need help. He knows that the young man is still recovering from his sickness, but certainly nothing worrisome enough to be lying down on his floor.
He assumes, then, that something else is the matter. He continues typing.]
Something the matter, Prompto? You should've stayed home today if you're still struggling.
[Let him just... finish this... email. And then he can give him proper attention.]
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He assumes, then, that something else is the matter. He continues typing.]
Something the matter, Prompto? You should've stayed home today if you're still struggling.
[Let him just... finish this... email. And then he can give him proper attention.]