hey dude i can't let you go through this experience all on your own, you know? you need a friend by your side and to test out what the hell is up with this new...franken-arm
[There's a pause. Noah isn't a fan of showing any vulnerability- it was too easy to get hurt. But Prompto's always been nothing but nice to him, and he is genuinely freaked out right now]
[Their door is locked (mostly by Noah's insistence, but since he knew Prompto was coming, it doesn't take him long to get to the door and open it. He's still in his night shirt (a tank top), so his arm is in full view. That picture did not lie about it's appearance.]
Hey.
[-- And of course, he notices the dog] -- Who's this?
[prompto's staring at the arm curiously, even as he more or less invites himself in. rufus follows along, even as prompto's eyes follow along the ugly scar where arm meets noah's torso.]
Hm? Oh. This is Rufus, my dog. Well--a friend's dog. I'm just looking after him for now. He's trained!
[There's even a trace of a smile when he greets the dog. He loves dogs, okay?
But he'll close the door after Prompto. In the apartment living room, there's a couch and some arm chairs in front of a tv. Timcanpy is sitting on a coffee table in front of the couch, next to an old fashion deck of cards.
Meanwhile, Noah is not at all hip so he takes the literal meaning of the word]
Yeah...it doesn't hurt, but Ilia thinks it might be infected or something.
[and rufus is happy to sniff about and immediately befriend noah, if the other were to try and pet him. he's a good, friendly dog.]
[on the other hand, prompto goes ahead and puts a hesitant hand over noah's new arm, getting a little weirded out at the odd texture (is this a dead person's arm? where did it come from?). it's insanely bizarre.]
[he glances up at the other, keeping curiosity at bay (and arms at his sides)]
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wait what the hell do you mean it's attached to your body? are you in a science lab or something insane? is it stitched??
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HOLD ON ILL TRY TO GET A GOOD PIC
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I WOKE UP LIKE THIS.
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why did i text you.
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[The fuck dude]
fine if you bring me some gloves.
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you need a friend by your side
and to test out what the hell is up with this new...franken-arm
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no not ok.
think im panicking.
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noah my dude, stay put and tell me where you live
i'm heading out right now
deep breaths okay? we'll figure this out
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[rufus is here for moral support, as you do.]
Nooooahhh~
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Hey.
[-- And of course, he notices the dog] -- Who's this?
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Hm? Oh. This is Rufus, my dog. Well--a friend's dog. I'm just looking after him for now. He's trained!
--dude, your arm looks sick. [as in, cool]
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[There's even a trace of a smile when he greets the dog. He loves dogs, okay?
But he'll close the door after Prompto. In the apartment living room, there's a couch and some arm chairs in front of a tv. Timcanpy is sitting on a coffee table in front of the couch, next to an old fashion deck of cards.
Meanwhile, Noah is not at all hip so he takes the literal meaning of the word]
Yeah...it doesn't hurt, but Ilia thinks it might be infected or something.
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[on the other hand, prompto goes ahead and puts a hesitant hand over noah's new arm, getting a little weirded out at the odd texture (is this a dead person's arm? where did it come from?). it's insanely bizarre.]
[he glances up at the other, keeping curiosity at bay (and arms at his sides)]
Ilia? --huh, can you move it around normally?
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Oy! Least ask first!
[THATS WEIRD. ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S STILL GETTING USED TO HAVING FEELING IN THAT ARM]
Someone else I know. And no, not really. [He even attempts to move it, and it barely moves at all. ] See?
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But, it doesn't hurt, right?
[and, having his hands on his back, reminds him that he's got gloves hanging from his back pocket. he takes them and presents them to noah]
--as promised.
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[He gives a little huff, but at least he doesn't seem actually mad- especially since Prompto apologized.
And wait what?]
You found some gloves?
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