[ Predictably the sudden lean has him cutting himself off, tempted to roll his eyes but instead he's shrugging his shoulder at his friend to annoy him while nabbing the drink. ]
What, this? Yeah, I figured out the bleach ratio and where it goes. [ He tries... not to sound too proud of himself, but it'd actually been pretty cool to work it out and do something like that for himself. Baby steps. ]
--damn, the orange one really is the best... What happened then, if you didn't steal it?
[shoes kicked off just in time to be shrugged off, prompto uses the borrowed momentum to go grab his pajamas -- because this is definitely and outdoors sleepover -- and starts scrambling to change into his own pair of shorts and a sleeveless cut shirt. it's too damn hot for oversized t-shirts.]
The strawberry one might be my second favorite.
[a rough scrub at his own hair, and he's a boy ready for bed, moving on over to where the air mattress is, stepping on it to help the deflation process.]
[noctis getting to do domestic things, it makes him feel warm with affection. his dumbass best friend, actually enjoying things he never once dreamed of doing if someone else could in his stead. SILAS, the a/c robot, patrols around the couch. prompto, the mattress deflater, stamps some more on pockets of air.]
Dunno! I just started talking to him at the lobby and he's all but offered the code to me. [lmao] Guess I'm just charmin' like that.
Cherry's the best character, they just messed up the execution of her drink... [ He's a stan for Cherry, always and forever. Don't @ him. He's wandering back over as Prompto dresses, however, modesty long since lost for this sort of thing — even if he'll personally always hate taking his shirt off around them, thanks to Gladio's taunting — just to set the drink back down on the small end table next to the bed. ]
Hah? No matter how you look at it, that sounds sketchy. He didn't want anything? Maybe some people are actually decent sometimes...
—oh, I have something for you. It's in the wash, though.
Speaking of people being actually decent sometimes!
[prompto throws the words right back at noctis, standing atop a mattress ready to be folded into smaller squares, feet spread out as he 1. ignores the comment about their landlord being sketchy and 2. is immediately excited at the prospect of having something like a present.]
How long's the cycle for?! You know you can't tell me those kinds of things! I'm not patient enough!
[as if annoyed, he grabs one of the couch's cushions and throws it at noctis's direction, a click of his tongue accompanying the action.]
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[ Predictably the sudden lean has him cutting himself off, tempted to roll his eyes but instead he's shrugging his shoulder at his friend to annoy him while nabbing the drink. ]
What, this? Yeah, I figured out the bleach ratio and where it goes. [ He tries... not to sound too proud of himself, but it'd actually been pretty cool to work it out and do something like that for himself. Baby steps. ]
--damn, the orange one really is the best... What happened then, if you didn't steal it?
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The strawberry one might be my second favorite.
[a rough scrub at his own hair, and he's a boy ready for bed, moving on over to where the air mattress is, stepping on it to help the deflation process.]
[noctis getting to do domestic things, it makes him feel warm with affection. his dumbass best friend, actually enjoying things he never once dreamed of doing if someone else could in his stead. SILAS, the a/c robot, patrols around the couch. prompto, the mattress deflater, stamps some more on pockets of air.]
Dunno! I just started talking to him at the lobby and he's all but offered the code to me. [lmao] Guess I'm just charmin' like that.
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Hah? No matter how you look at it, that sounds sketchy. He didn't want anything? Maybe some people are actually decent sometimes...
—oh, I have something for you. It's in the wash, though.
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[prompto throws the words right back at noctis, standing atop a mattress ready to be folded into smaller squares, feet spread out as he 1. ignores the comment about their landlord being sketchy and 2. is immediately excited at the prospect of having something like a present.]
How long's the cycle for?! You know you can't tell me those kinds of things! I'm not patient enough!
[as if annoyed, he grabs one of the couch's cushions and throws it at noctis's direction, a click of his tongue accompanying the action.]