[let me live until prompto can actually text inboxes...]
[the lights are never really out in the safehouse, he's noticed, having been staring up at them for the past five minutes. he tried closing his eyes, focusing on sleeping, but sleeping did not come easy at all; which is why he's lying down on his rather uncomfortable cot with his eyes open. he knows noctis is somewhere to his left, having decided to pull another cot closer (for "no real reason"). maybe he is asleep, though?]
[... prompto knows how much noctis hates being roused from sleep.]
[so he stares up at the ceiling lights again and starts rummaging through the neural implant's network, trying to get more used to it. it still sucks how limited his access to it is, which means he can't even grind to level up on the MMO noctis sent him a link for. speaking of...]
[he rereads the post noctis put up, studying the comments a little obsessively, taking his time to go through the glimpses of other people through the conversations.]
[it feels off-putting to see himself as a gray shadow to signify anonymous. it's temporary, but something about it just... sucks.]
[quite suddenly, he raises his arm off the bed and reaches towards noctis. his hand lands flat on his side, and then he persists further, holding on to the other's shirt and pulling at it some.]
Hey, Noct. You awake?
[he closed the network app in a rush, it pushing away before his eyes, giving way to the sight of noctis in dark hues and the flare of light left remaining in his eyes after staring at the lights for so long.]
Nooooooooct...
[the lights are never really out in the safehouse, he's noticed, having been staring up at them for the past five minutes. he tried closing his eyes, focusing on sleeping, but sleeping did not come easy at all; which is why he's lying down on his rather uncomfortable cot with his eyes open. he knows noctis is somewhere to his left, having decided to pull another cot closer (for "no real reason"). maybe he is asleep, though?]
[... prompto knows how much noctis hates being roused from sleep.]
[so he stares up at the ceiling lights again and starts rummaging through the neural implant's network, trying to get more used to it. it still sucks how limited his access to it is, which means he can't even grind to level up on the MMO noctis sent him a link for. speaking of...]
[he rereads the post noctis put up, studying the comments a little obsessively, taking his time to go through the glimpses of other people through the conversations.]
[it feels off-putting to see himself as a gray shadow to signify anonymous. it's temporary, but something about it just... sucks.]
[quite suddenly, he raises his arm off the bed and reaches towards noctis. his hand lands flat on his side, and then he persists further, holding on to the other's shirt and pulling at it some.]
Hey, Noct. You awake?
[he closed the network app in a rush, it pushing away before his eyes, giving way to the sight of noctis in dark hues and the flare of light left remaining in his eyes after staring at the lights for so long.]
Nooooooooct...
You said you're in a bad mood. Talking to Hafid won't help.
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
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It's a mess out there, isn't it?
Still alive and kicking?
Still alive and kicking?
[LIKE NOW
A day after the initial UNA attack, when chaos certainly hasn't abated, but at least the injuries that might be keeping Noctis' hands busy are no longer rolling in.
Not that Ardyn is aware of this, of course.]
Hello again! What about now?
A day after the initial UNA attack, when chaos certainly hasn't abated, but at least the injuries that might be keeping Noctis' hands busy are no longer rolling in.
Not that Ardyn is aware of this, of course.]
Hello again! What about now?
Hey.
Heard you had a hand in helping Markus.
How are you keeping after all that?
[ a medical role isn't an easy one, and the missions themselves were harrowing, so. fitz checks in because he cares, it's polite — and he wants something. ]
Heard you had a hand in helping Markus.
How are you keeping after all that?
[ a medical role isn't an easy one, and the missions themselves were harrowing, so. fitz checks in because he cares, it's polite — and he wants something. ]
Noct,
Markus and I are currently in one of the artist vending areas, and Prompto's asking for a body pillow. Is there anything you'd like while I'm here?
[can you hear the fucking resignation in his text. but look he has to treat both his children equally.]
Markus and I are currently in one of the artist vending areas, and Prompto's asking for a body pillow. Is there anything you'd like while I'm here?
[can you hear the fucking resignation in his text. but look he has to treat both his children equally.]
[There's no message, only a single image, seemingly snapped at a distance: Noctis in his cosplay gear posed by one of the vendor tables. Let's assume he lifted his mask to drink a smoothie at some point, and Cain caught him in the act.]
is this seriously you
is this seriously you
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