[And within that minute, Prompto fucks it up. Twice, actually, although he keeps it to himself and mostly hopes he didn't bungle his count too badly. But this is why he sounds doubtful when he gets to the end of those sixty seconds.]
Seventy-six? I think that's right.
[He drops his hand and looks at it, like it'll offer some kind of answer, before back up at Mamoru.]
Sooo... I guess this means we go? [Could he sound more reluctant.]
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Seventy-six? I think that's right.
[He drops his hand and looks at it, like it'll offer some kind of answer, before back up at Mamoru.]
Sooo... I guess this means we go? [Could he sound more reluctant.]