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[if you think prompto isn't going to: unbuckle his belt, kicks off his sneakers, pulls down his pants, and replace his underwear with the one in the gift bag right here in the open--then you are wrong.]

[he can't believe how comfortable they are]

Woah.

[twisting around to check his reflection on the oven's crystal clear glass.]

I could get used to this.

[ Noctis has the best timing. Or the worst.

Guess who's unlocked the door and is just standing at the doorway staring. He's got his keys in one hand, sunglasses on, backpack slung over his shoulders.

The door shuts behind him. Noctis starts to develop a smirk and snorts a bit. ]

Seriously? Right in the middle of the living room.

Correction. Kitchen.

[prompto hops on over to behind the counter so that noctis doesn't get the perfect view of his ass under these fantastic pair of underwear.]

Your timing sucks. But, also, these are really comfortable? What the hell! Are all of yours like this?

[ That's probably for the best, Prompto. Noctis got enough of a glance to make him fight off turning red. Thank you for not making this harder on him.

Noctis pushes his sunglasses up onto his head, pushing his bangs back. He sets his keys on the table and puts his hand to his waist. ]

I literally just looked for the most expensive pair of underwear I could find.

So no.

[ He buys normal packs of briefs and boxers, thank you. ]

[prompto pulls up his pants, adjusting the belt, and stuffing his chocobo print boxers into the bag where his gift was in initially.]

I want ten of these, Noct!

[ Noctis snorts. ]

Well, I found 'em online. So go crazy.

[ Also, don't think he totally wouldn't buy you as many as you wanted. But underwear crosses a line right now. He would cross it, if it weren't for the fact that you have no idea he's into you yet, so you guys have fun being blissfully unaware.

Fuck. ]

So glad you decided to prove me wrong. They're really soft, dude.

[he walks around even if he can't exactly parade the boxers]

Y'know how to treat a guy right.

[ Don't you dare say that.

Damn it.

Noctis is as covert as possible when he turns around to make way for the fridge. That way, he isn't looking directly at Prompto, so Prompto can't see how red he gets at the "You know how to treat a guy right" thing.

Doo, doo, doo, just gonna hide his face in the fridge while he fishes for a drink. ]

Glad you like them. Hope you have fun with your diva panties.

[he turns and points at noctis]

I'm going to go home and walk around in them all day long! I take back what I said about expensive stuff being on the same tier as cheap stuff. I'll gladly call them my diva panties if this is the cost.

[ I'm going to go home and walk around in them all day long! ]

--!

[ NOCT IS CHOKING. ]

Uh, you okay?

Dude?

[instant worry, because noctis and his sickness is still a very real thing. prompto goes over, a hand on noctis' back]

Noct?

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[ Good fucking lord, that was a very unfair image and he's ashamed that he let himself even get flustered by the image. You're not supposed to let any of that out, Noctis!

He coughs a little, mostly choking on spit because he somehow sucked in air way too quickly in that moment. He's grabbed a soda from the fridge by now, and he flinches when Prompto pats his back. ]

Fine--

Fine. I'm fine.

[ He coughs a couple more times as he stands up straight and closes the fridge. At least he can brush of being red from the choking. ]

I'm good. See? All's well.

[ JUST GONNA CRACK OPEN THAT SODA AND TAKE A SIP SO YOU CAN'T FOCUS TOO MUCH ON THE EMBARRASSING EXPRESSION. ]

[prompto gives noctis the space he may want and need, worried expression on his face]

You sure... Listen, is it still that bad? Are you taking your medicine?

[ Oh god, no. Prompto's worried...

He nods, maybe a bit too enthusiastically as he's swallowing down his soda. Eventually, he lowers it from his lips. He can't just leave Prompto freaking out like that. Catching his breath, he points to his neck. ]

Choked on my spit is all. Breathed some in by accident.

I'm okay, I promise.

[at that admission, prompto punches noctis slightly on the side]

Don't scare me like that.

[ He finally catches his breath. And though he's still a little red, it's starting to go away. Noctis weakly laughs at the punch. ]

Sorry... Didn't mean to.

[he smiles finally, lightly]

[then keeps his hand on his back]

Don't apologize. We're good. You're good.

[ He's not sure if he's "good", actually. It used to be that he could just easily ignore this whole awkward attraction thing. It would come and go in waves, where Noctis would experience it and just move on.

Now that he's coming to this shocking conclusion that it runs a lot deeper than just his sexual preference interrupting his day? It's just weird. And uncomfortable.

Mostly because he can't tell Prompto. ]

Yeah.

[ He clears his throat, still feeling a bit scratchy there from choking. ]

We're... Good.

[ Noctis rubs at his face as he slips away from the hand on his back. He tries not to make it obvious or dismissive, but the last thing he wants is to get flustered again. ]

So.

Games tonight or did you have something else in mind?

[ Please, let's just deviate away from the subject of what Prompto is wearing beneath his pants. ]

Ah... Can't tonight. Gotta work on some reading and a short essay for class. It's not due until Friday, but it's a lot of stuff to read.

[it's a good distraction strategy]

I'll hermit it out at my place for the day. Just wanted to drop by to pick up some of my clothes tee be eich. [TBH] All laundered?

[ Maaaaybe that's for the best. Damn it, this is not what he wanted to start experiencing. He's gonna make shit weird, and Prompto'll get scared off. ]

Ah, yeah. Separated your stuff from mine. It's all in the top drawer of my dresser, left side.

Dude, then you complain about my underwear being all over the place.

[he's kidding, clearly, but feels a bit of embarrassment at noctis apparently going through his clothes and sorting them out. he pats noctis on the shoulder then heads off into his bedroom, familiar as he always is.]

[in no time he's back with a backpack full of clothes.]

Alright, I'll be off then.

[smiling at his best friend, he grabs also the gift bag]

You alright with Rufus here for the day, right? I'll come in early tomorrow to take him on my jog.

[ Noctis is busying himself with preparing his dinner. Since he'll be eating alone tonight, he settles with leftovers. He calls over his shoulder while he does that. ]

Better than it being on the floor.

[ Says the one who's clothes are almost always all over the place.

He turns around when Prompto appears with his backpack. Noctis leans against the counter, still feeling a bit off. But he's going to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself. He's still pretty convinced that Prompto knowing anything close to what Noctis is feeling might scare him off. He doesn't want to risk it right now. ]

Yeah, he's cool here. Don't worry about it.

[ A beat. ]

You coming over at any point after that?

I'll check. I got a later shift at work today.

[prompto shrugs, easy. he loves his job but it's no lie that his time in a day is pushed thin from all the things he does]

You'll be getting a message from me for sure, in any case. Cool?

[he lifts his hand up into a fist, for their usual goodbye bump]

[ It should be weird that he's kind of bummed Prompto can't stick around, but he keeps that to himself. Plus, he... Needs to recover from that whole debacle anyway. ]

Yeah.

[ He gives Prompto that goodbye bump. ]

Cool. I'll be around.

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