Clearly, clearly at some point, when Prompto was a tiny toddler in Insomnia, presumably, he did something really really terrible to anger the Astrals. Seriously. Because if they were going to be kind to him at all, Ramuh would strike him dead. Now. He could even make it painful...just...

His prayer unanswered, he was left sputtering, eyes wide as he stepped back. "I, uh, I...um..just...ah..." None of those were really words so much as sounds. The truth was, it was very unfair, but everyone he knew was hot. Pretty much. There was someone he loved but that was also not an option, so he didn't even consider it.

"N-Not-" He wheezed. "Particularly!"