[Whoomph. Okay, Noct, you keep being a cat, he guesses. Idly, Prompto pats Noct once more, scritching between his ears, and leans into the back of the bench, feeling... weird, mostly. Tired. And a little vague.]

Well, people here don't seem to have the... the what do you call 'em? [He mimes holding something in one hand.] The pocket balls. So it'd be mean to keep their dogs inside their homes all day while they're at work. This way these guys get some exercise and a chance to, you know. ...Relieve themselves. Before their owners come home.