[ His fingers immediately clamp down on Prompto's hand as he offers his friend an annoyed look. ]
Cut it out. You've pulled that trick before.
[ Mostly on Gladio who got bonked in the head so hard, he had failed that test with flying colors. It had been more hilarious then, but Noctis isn't so drunk that he's hallucinating or having vision problems. Just a horrible time concentrating on anything. Now, if someone would have asked him how many mistletoes are hanging on top, he may have answered two or three, wondering how that even got anywhere near their viewing spot outside.
Someone must have planted it there at some point, but he's not sure where to go from here. If he brought it up so they could fulfill tradition or what. The memory Prompto brings up only makes his own embarrassment feel all the more crippling as he rewinds through all the girls eagerly trying to squeeze in under him, lips presented and Noctis only aware that they just wanted a story to tell later -that time the prince kissed them in front of all their peers. None of them would have bothered had he been anyone else.
It's a sobering though that makes him press heavily into Prompto's side, squeezing his eyes shut just to try and steady himself once more. ]
Not like you'd have handled it any better.
[ Easier to deflect, easier to escape the present circumstance of Prompto feeling so warm and inviting next to him, the heat fusing tightly into his own body, making it hard to think rationally at all. It's not the first time he's wondered how things would have gone had he been someone normal. Would Prompto still have approached him the first day of school? Would he have followed him out of Insomnia, risked his life for him, done his best to smile all the times Noctis couldn't?
The bleak direction of his thoughts makes him want to crawl deeper inside of himself, but he staves it off with another distraction. ]
Just don't tell Ignis, he'd never shut up about it.
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Cut it out. You've pulled that trick before.
[ Mostly on Gladio who got bonked in the head so hard, he had failed that test with flying colors. It had been more hilarious then, but Noctis isn't so drunk that he's hallucinating or having vision problems. Just a horrible time concentrating on anything. Now, if someone would have asked him how many mistletoes are hanging on top, he may have answered two or three, wondering how that even got anywhere near their viewing spot outside.
Someone must have planted it there at some point, but he's not sure where to go from here. If he brought it up so they could fulfill tradition or what. The memory Prompto brings up only makes his own embarrassment feel all the more crippling as he rewinds through all the girls eagerly trying to squeeze in under him, lips presented and Noctis only aware that they just wanted a story to tell later -that time the prince kissed them in front of all their peers. None of them would have bothered had he been anyone else.
It's a sobering though that makes him press heavily into Prompto's side, squeezing his eyes shut just to try and steady himself once more. ]
Not like you'd have handled it any better.
[ Easier to deflect, easier to escape the present circumstance of Prompto feeling so warm and inviting next to him, the heat fusing tightly into his own body, making it hard to think rationally at all. It's not the first time he's wondered how things would have gone had he been someone normal. Would Prompto still have approached him the first day of school? Would he have followed him out of Insomnia, risked his life for him, done his best to smile all the times Noctis couldn't?
The bleak direction of his thoughts makes him want to crawl deeper inside of himself, but he staves it off with another distraction. ]
Just don't tell Ignis, he'd never shut up about it.