[ oh, the same royal guard that Ardyn is (was? who knows what homeboy is doing now) a part of? good thing the bomb went off then, because if Noctis ever caught wind of him being protector of the city along with the former Chancellor, so help him—

—well, they don't have to worry about that. Wyver is where he is going to stay, because like hell is he going to live in an entirely different city and separate himself from Prompto. separation's gone on long enough. besides, life isn't the same if he isn't mooching off of others. he settles with what is no doubt a half-truthful answer and simply sputters his lips as the door is opened and he is introduced with a... ]

Dog? Whaaat the hell—

[ Prompto is literally living the white-picket fence life, it seems. minus the white-picket and more like spiky poles or something equivalent to the more jagged culture of this city. of course he's immediately sinking down to one knee, petting the top of Peo's head with one hand while the other goes about ruffling the fur on his back. he forgets to even look at the remainder of the house for a moment there, only looking back up to ask the most important of questions. ]

Grand tour can wait. You didn't tell me I was getting more than three roommates. What's the little guy or gal's name?