Ravus arches a brow. 'All over' might be a bit of an exaggeration, but he supposes it's also not his place to dictate Prompto's fears. He is, however, obligated to help him conquer it.
The how of that gives him pause. The concerned look turns to one of thoughtfulness, gaze cast distantly while he ponders. And then, the obvious idea hits. He'd asked for this coat specifically to accommodate his changes...
Ravus straightens up enough to shrug out of his coat. Is he oblivious to the fact suddenly being bare-chested in front of Prompto might short-circuit every little nueron in the blond's head? Yes, entirely. Just like he's oblivious to what else he might do to him by then draping the coat over Prompto's shoulders, effectively burying him in it, but it does hide most of the dragon features by sheer size.
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The how of that gives him pause. The concerned look turns to one of thoughtfulness, gaze cast distantly while he ponders. And then, the obvious idea hits. He'd asked for this coat specifically to accommodate his changes...
Ravus straightens up enough to shrug out of his coat. Is he oblivious to the fact suddenly being bare-chested in front of Prompto might short-circuit every little nueron in the blond's head? Yes, entirely. Just like he's oblivious to what else he might do to him by then draping the coat over Prompto's shoulders, effectively burying him in it, but it does hide most of the dragon features by sheer size.
"Better?"