[none of these worries go through prompto's head, because prompto isn't capable of much thinking. any other time, he would perhaps feel a speck of embarrassment, maybe even shame. as things are, he feels only exceptional contentment in his sick daze.]
Yeahmm.
[it's muffled onto noctis' chest, and his eyes beg closing, even if he's trying his hardest to keep them open.]
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Yeahmm.
[it's muffled onto noctis' chest, and his eyes beg closing, even if he's trying his hardest to keep them open.]
'nks.