[He grins brightly at the bird and hugs it around its neck because Prompto likes to do it, running his fingers through the soft feathers. He's never run into a bird that didn't mind being hugged by him.]

It's my favourite thing actually, chocobos.

[He nuzzles the bird eagerly.]

I just, um, I'm not good at talking to people? [Does that make sense?]

And...well. [He swallows.] Sorry, I'm nervous.