"The books aren't warping, so it's not my magic." Noctis quipped back, and he'd just close his eyes if it weren't for Prompto's sudden position behind him, nudging his shoulder, urging him to do something. Which meant getting up. "Ugh. I hope this doesn't end like, that one cartoon, and everything breaks and becomes messier than when the whole thing started."

He got to his feet with some more token grumbling, but then had to quick dodge to the side when a large, thick volume almost smacked him right across the face. He'd be impressed he actually remembered to dodge that later. "Woah. Dude."