"Heh, yeah. Looks like it." Prompto glanced back to the trailer, his gaze landing back to Sarah. When she bid him goodnight, he felt a little relieved. He wasn't sure how to part ways without making things awkward. "Right...well, see you tomorrow!" 
	Overhearing the voices, Noctis didn't bother looking up from his phone. He recognized the footsteps of his friend, although Prompto seemed to be dragging his feet more than he usually would. Raising an eyebrow, Noctis cleared the level of Kings Knight and eyed the blond with a hint of suspicion. "Something wrong?"
	Prompto looked up from the ground, startled out of his thoughts. "Oh, no! Everything went great! She caught on really fast." He smiled to show things went smoothly and pulled up a chair across from the prince. "She's all set for tomorrow."

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	After dinner was over, everyone got ready to turn in. Prompto changed into a red tank, along with a pair of pajama pants. The pants couldn't have been more fitting for the ranch; they had chibified chocobos printed all over them.
	Exiting the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, Prompto reached for his phone on one of the small kitchen counter tops. "Anyone up for a few rounds of Kings Knight?" 
	Noctis started to respond when Ignis interrupted. "I'm turning in, as should the rest of you. We have a big day tomorrow and will need our rest if wish to have a successful hunt."
	Prompto grimaced, but he couldn't argue with a mouthful of toothpaste.
	The camper was crowded. There were four bunks, which was more than some had. Gladiolus was asleep on the bottom right, Ignis claimed the bottom left, and Noctis took the top right. Finished with brushing his teeth, Prompto climbed up to his own bunk and played a few secret rounds of Kings Knight under the covers until Ignis scolded him. 
	"Sorry!" Prompto didn't even question how Ignis knew he was playing if the volume was off. Ignis [i]always[/i] knew.
	Shoving his phone underneath his pillow, Prompto rolled on his side and closed his eyes. Try as he might, he couldn't sleep. He couldn't help but think about Sarah and the fun they had together.
	A gentle breeze from outside filtered in through the lower window, as did the occasional sound of a car passing by on the road. Prompto continued to go over what had happened that day. His collision with Sarah, the baby chocobos he'd photographed...
	Wait. His camera. He'd left it outside! Sitting up a little too fast, Prompto smacked his head on the ceiling. "Ouch!" 
	Miraculously, no one woke up. Wincing, Prompto rubbed at his temple and dropped down to the floor. He had to get his camera. Tiptoeing to the door, he slipped outside and headed to the stack of crates he left his camera at. To his disbelief, his trusty camera was no longer there. Prompto felt his stomach sink. He wasn't envisioning things -- he set his camera down before he went to go shooting with Sarah.
	"Maybe somebody moved it." Fearing the worst, Prompto tried to convince himself otherwise. Swallowing back the panic he felt, he started to hunt around the ranch, taking care to keep quiet.