023 » these shallow waters never met what i needed

[shiruyeh]

CALL ME OUT MEME.

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[thatgoodnight]

[Noctis says nothing for the space of several heartbeats.

A few weeks ago, he probably really would have laughed the dreams off - or tried to, anyway. Found some way to skirt away from the last dream Prompto described, at least. For all that he has been acquainted with death nearly all his life, Noctis has always hated thinking about it. Not his own, not his father's, not his people's and certainly not his friends. But a lot has changed since then.

Not everything, though. Prompto still worries too much about the wrong things.

(be reassuring)
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be an asshole < O > be unhelpful
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say nothing

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Are you that worried about not pulling your weight?

[inlay]

[prompto goes still for a moment. he lowers his eyes. then his lips pull into an odd, wry smile, and he scratches nervously at his chin while turning his head away.]

It's not like I think about it... you know, every second. Just sometimes.

...Whenever I close my eyes, I guess.

[he forces a laugh.]

Problems of the plebs, right? I bet this all sounds really dumb.

[thatgoodnight]

[noctis frowns and looks down as if studying the dirt]

It doesn't.

[he leans his elbows on his knees and considers again his choice of words. he knows the feeling - the moment of letting your guard down and the fears and worries pouncing. the gnawing doubts, normally so neatly tucked away, that come crawling back out of their dark holes. but in the end he settles on the source of the worries instead of the feeling]

I wouldn't have asked you to come along if I thought you were a burden or would hold us back. [not, of course, that he'd anticipated quite this much fighting when they started this journey, but prompto always held his own.] And you haven't.

[inlay]

[prompto lets that sink in for a moment before he remembers to breathe, exhaling sharply into the night air.]

...Thanks, Noct. I appreciate it.

[entirely on a whim, he puts his hands into shooting form, fingers wrapped around the grip of an invisible pistol; he takes aim at a tree in the distance, making as if to shoot a leaf off its branches.]

Bang bang! And another one goes down, all thanks to your best bud.

except that plant-slayer is probably an epic name if the plant is a morbol

[thatgoodnight]

It's what I'm here for.

[that nets a smile...that soon becomes a smirk as he sits up a little, eyeing prompto's target.]

Prompto the Plant-slayer. All leaves shall tremble at your approach.

[inlay]

Totes McGoats.

[he rubs his nose in mock pride, grinning]

Think you can make that my official title someday? Prompto the Plant-slayer, lover of chocobos. Sounds badass.

[thatgoodnight]

Lover of chocobos, huh? [there is no wrong way to love a chocobo...]

I'll make a new position just for you. Chocobo Prince. [the smirk hasn't gone away, as he looks back to Prompto - or more specifically his hair] They're sure to recognize you as one of 'em.

[inlay]

Hey, I said it doesn't look like a chocobo's butt!

[prompto huffs, but his voice is getting a bit too loud, and he softens it on his reply.]

...Though, now that I think about it, I don't think I ever asked you. Does the royal family have chocobos? Special chocobos? Royal chocobos? Chocobos with little crowns on 'em... aw, that'd be so cute.

[thatgoodnight]

[noctis chuckles at prompt's indignation and shakes his head. chocobos with little crowns sounds freaking adorable, but no way is he admitting that.]

Nah, I wish. [he isn't as into them as prompto, but man he would have loved having chocobos to go visit and pet growing up] The only chocobos in Crown City were at the racetrack.

[inlay]

That sucks!

[he shifts his weight, kicking his legs out in front of him so that he can pick pebbles out of the folds of his pants.]

One day, I'm gonna live somewhere where I can have my own chocobo... Ah, you know what? When this is all over, just drop me at the chocobo ranch. I'll live happily ever after there.

[thatgoodnight]

[Noctis yawns, but he's still smiling a bit.]

I suppose we can make the detour on the way for the Chocoprince. Just make sure you shower before you come visit.

[inlay]

At least when I sweat I don't reek like Gladio. Or... wait, you're talking about the chocobos, right? Chocobos don't smell! They are pure woodland beings. Er... birds.

[his eyes flick over toward noctis to catch the last second of that yawn, and he frowns.]

...Wanna go back to bed?

i am in love with your prompto fyi. pure woodland beings indeed

[thatgoodnight]

[Maybe he's talking about both! not all aftershaves really compliment eau de chocobo, after all.]

We probably should, yeah. [That's close enough to a 'yes', right? He feels a bit more relaxed after talking with prompto (the laughter definitely helped) so he hopes he'll finally fall asleep... and prompto seems more relaxed now, too]

I AM GLAD i think i'm getting the hang of this

[inlay]

[prompto smiles and reaches over to give noctis a hearty pat on the back, then stands up and kicks the last bits of dirt off his pants.]

Alriiight. Bright and early tomorrow, yeah? Bright and early.

...And if you still can't sleep, I'll turn the music down in the car tomorrow so you can nap while Ignis drives.

[thatgoodnight]

[Noctis cringes.]

ugh. [why are you reminding him about how early Ignis is gonna drag them all outta bed? but he appreciates the offer, though he has to make an amused snort as he pulls his legs up and pushes himself to his feet, brushing any pebbles and dirt off his butt.]

Doesn't matter how loud the music is. Just so long as it's not you [he nudges prompto for emphasis] driving.

[Except that he totally managed to sleep through most of the worst of that, too.]

[inlay]

Hey! I'm only a little bit of an awful driver!

[he swats back, chortling quietly — apparently he's proud of the fact that no one trusts him behind the driver's wheel — and he swats noctis's butt too, just for good measure.]

[thatgoodnight]

[proud? or just pleased that it means he doesn't have to drive and can while his time snapping pictures of everyone?]

I wonder if that's what Cindy thought when she saw the dent you put in the Regalia.

[inlay]

[mournfully, prompto... half-throws himself into the dirt, swaying like a dead man in his feet as he staggers under the weight of noctis's good sense.]

D-Don't remind me! Augh... she was so mad... I incurred the wrath of the grease-monkey goddess...

[thatgoodnight]

[ noct's face is the picture of sympathy. really. that snicker? totally not him being amused by prompto's dramatic suffering ]

I thought she was gonna put a dent in you too with her wrench...

[inlay]

[far from being upset, prompto seems to look on the idea of that with relish.]

Oh, she could do that... she can take apart my nuts and bolts and step on me in those heeled cowboy boots. She's perfect. She's beautiful.

[prompto gets up, but only so he can mock-swoon and drape himself all over noctis.]

She's a goddess. Hold me, Noct.

[thatgoodnight]

[noctis stagger slightly at the unexpected sprawl against him, but he humors prompto and supports him - hell, he'll even dip prompto back as if they're dancing if he wants before pushing him back up on his feet. ... just so long as prompto doesn't start trying to screw his nuts and bolts here and now. noct will definitely drop him then. possibly even off the ledge behind them.

he wonders if it would be kinder to encourage him or tell him she's so far out of his league they're not even on the same planet. ... ok maybe he can be a little nicer than that.]

If you want to get stepped on that badly, just go lie down in the middle of her garage and hope she's the one who trips over you instead of Cid.

[inlay]

[dryly, while being dipped by noctis:] I'm pretty sure I'd just get run over by a trucker.

[he's pulled back up after that, and he thinks about making a comment about being swept off his feet by a prince, but he doesn't. 'cause that'd be really weird.]

Well, it's alright... iiit's alright. I know she's totally out of my league. Have you seen some of the guys that stop by Hammerhead? The hunters and stuff? Burly.

[prompto sighs deeply and straightens himself, freeing his friend of his considerable weight.]

Man, I hope she's not into that...

[thatgoodnight]

[it's not weird until you make it weird.

in any case, prompto gets up just in time because noct was getting ready to drop him. which would have been hilarious. but which might have resulted in squawking that would wake up ignis and/or gladio and get them yelled at]

If she was, she'd probably have flirted with Gladio.

[ though now Noct is curious what exactly Cindy is into besides cars. ]

[inlay]

True... that's true. Now that I think about it, I guess I've never seen Cindy flirt with anybody.

[a pause, and then, in a voice somewhere between horror and deep, deep curiosity:]

Noct, what if she's into girls?

[thatgoodnight]

[ That.... is a good question. Noct crosses his arms, tilting his head. ]

What if she is?

[ There's no horror for him - he's not the one with the crush. Just curiosity. He's never known any lesbians before that he knows of. But then again... outside of citadel staff and classmates - very few of whose personal lives he is familiar with - he doesn't know that many women. ]

... at least it wouldn't be the burly hunters?