"Not a horse, but I've ridden chocobos before." So, at least, he had some experience.

Now it was his turn to dote. Throwing his arms around Coco, he spoke in an all too sweet voice, "Coco, you're a good boy, right?"

Not that he could ever believe differently. Not even if Coco immediately threw him off. He moved next to the bird and carefully hopped on. It was a little bit easier than climbing on a horse without any help, but the amount of space on his back was clearly much smaller.

The chocobo shifted his weight a bit, but was clearly able to handle the amount of weight. Prompto quickly stroked the feathers on his neck. "How do you teach him that it means to go forward?"