[gods, this is so... shitty. prompto's gonna panic all the way until he gets brave enough to push his heavy feet into the safehouse.]
[by the time he does, it'll be pretty late -- into the wee hours of the morning, and when the city that doesn't sleep seems to take a lull in its many activities. prompto decidedly doesn't want to have this talk, but noctis's pleas to stop running away from him (please) and connor's not to subtle threat/encouragement is the only thing running in his veins from keeping him frozen solid far away from his best friend.]
[and so prompto walks in, quietly, and looks around the safehouse. most everyone is asleep--the place settled down--and it takes little to find noctis and ignis. the both of them are at a corner, having taken a few of the beds as their own; but although the older man sleeps off whatever drugs are in his system, noctis sits and appears alert. it's so strange to see it happen... and prompto wonders if he's using his own power to keep himself awake.]
[...prompto takes a seat on one of the beds, across from the two, and keeps quiet for a hot minute before looking up.]
Sorry, I --
[almost pussied out?]
[he sighs and looks down again, a bruise on his cheek blooming from where ardyn retaliated his punch; the shape of a hand closing in around his neck, too.]
Has he been sleeping a while?
[keeping his voice down, he ventures to ask about ignis. it brings him relief to see his face, unmarred, his chest rising in show of deep sleep.]
no subject
see ya later
[gods, this is so... shitty. prompto's gonna panic all the way until he gets brave enough to push his heavy feet into the safehouse.]
[by the time he does, it'll be pretty late -- into the wee hours of the morning, and when the city that doesn't sleep seems to take a lull in its many activities. prompto decidedly doesn't want to have this talk, but noctis's pleas to stop running away from him (please) and connor's not to subtle threat/encouragement is the only thing running in his veins from keeping him frozen solid far away from his best friend.]
[and so prompto walks in, quietly, and looks around the safehouse. most everyone is asleep--the place settled down--and it takes little to find noctis and ignis. the both of them are at a corner, having taken a few of the beds as their own; but although the older man sleeps off whatever drugs are in his system, noctis sits and appears alert. it's so strange to see it happen... and prompto wonders if he's using his own power to keep himself awake.]
[...prompto takes a seat on one of the beds, across from the two, and keeps quiet for a hot minute before looking up.]
Sorry, I --
[almost pussied out?]
[he sighs and looks down again, a bruise on his cheek blooming from where ardyn retaliated his punch; the shape of a hand closing in around his neck, too.]
Has he been sleeping a while?
[keeping his voice down, he ventures to ask about ignis. it brings him relief to see his face, unmarred, his chest rising in show of deep sleep.]