Gladio and Iggy were out doing romantic things, and since it was the dead of night Prompto was lazily passing time at home. They didn't have King's Knight to play anymore, so instead he was idly playing with some fronds and trying to figure out how to make something new. In the many, many months they'd been on the island he'd gotten fairly decent at it. Baskets were a breeze. A makeshift roof wasn't so bad, and it was possible to use it some amount for making furniture and other crafts.

He was sitting quietly in their 'living room' when he heard Gladio and Iggy coming back. He didn't think much of it. After all, it was dark, of course they'd head back at some point to sleep. So he continued idly fiddling with his fronds, trying to make a box, with little more than a soft "hey" in greeting.