[ More blinking to clear the curtain of haze still blocking his vision. Maybe he should drink some water to sober up, but he likes the heat spread along the surface of his skin, the cushion of it wrapped around his bones like a comforting blanket that is easy to burrow into. He never wants to move away from it, but Prompto had asked him something.
...think I'm cute? ]
I guess.
[ He says that without a beat as if it should be obvious but not in the way he thinks chocobos are cute or even Umbra. Maybe in the way he just likes how he himself feels around Prompto. A second blanket draped over his shoulders, an air of ease to all their exchanges, the only one not to drill into him his burdens, his responsibilities. How nice it feels just to be able to talk about anything and everything with someone without fear of judgment.
Prompto just gets him, and that feels nice, but he's not sure that line of thought had anything to do with the question. Maybe it was about his looks? In which case, Noctis tries to amend himself, quickly shakes his head, embarrassment curdling fast on the flesh of his cheeks as he swallows down too much air at once. ]
No, wait, can I get a do-over?
[ Too late. Maybe he should have cracked a joke. That was far too honest, and he elbows Prompto, jostles him and tries to make light of the situation because it's easier to retreat. No need to poke a wasp nest in his mind.
He holds his head once more, expression tied into a grimace as his body feels like it has no weight to it anymore, nothing to anchor it on the ground beneath. ]
no subject
...think I'm cute? ]
I guess.
[ He says that without a beat as if it should be obvious but not in the way he thinks chocobos are cute or even Umbra. Maybe in the way he just likes how he himself feels around Prompto. A second blanket draped over his shoulders, an air of ease to all their exchanges, the only one not to drill into him his burdens, his responsibilities. How nice it feels just to be able to talk about anything and everything with someone without fear of judgment.
Prompto just gets him, and that feels nice, but he's not sure that line of thought had anything to do with the question. Maybe it was about his looks? In which case, Noctis tries to amend himself, quickly shakes his head, embarrassment curdling fast on the flesh of his cheeks as he swallows down too much air at once. ]
No, wait, can I get a do-over?
[ Too late. Maybe he should have cracked a joke. That was far too honest, and he elbows Prompto, jostles him and tries to make light of the situation because it's easier to retreat. No need to poke a wasp nest in his mind.
He holds his head once more, expression tied into a grimace as his body feels like it has no weight to it anymore, nothing to anchor it on the ground beneath. ]
Ugh, ask me again later.