[ They approach the elevator, Glenn already on it in terms of calling it down for them. But Noctis is forced to stop, brow knit as he looks to his friend with a look as if he'd grown a second head. ]
What dictates these thoughts popping up in your head?
[ Prompto is weirdly particular about certain things, but Noctis doesn't mind it. Prompto's quirks are what make him him, and even if he snorts about things and picks on him? He wouldn't have it any other way. Noctis shakes his head with a smile as they approach the elevator.
Prompto puts his arm around him, and he's perfectly fine with it. He's still feeling a bit weird after the mall, but... He's not about to pry away.
In fact, Noctis uses his free arm to wrap it around Prompto in kind. ]
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What dictates these thoughts popping up in your head?
[ Seriously! Where did that come from?
Still, he actually... Thinks about it. But.
Eight flights of stairs.
Noctis sighs. ]
Elevator.
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If we die, I'm glad that we're dying together.
[then, he grins]
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Prompto puts his arm around him, and he's perfectly fine with it. He's still feeling a bit weird after the mall, but... He's not about to pry away.
In fact, Noctis uses his free arm to wrap it around Prompto in kind. ]
You're so corny.
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There's worse things I could be called.
[and, penthouse floor. up they go]
I really wanna charge my phone... Oh, and eat my pho. How long is it gonna take?!