[noctis will either a) arrive to his place or b) walk into the living room to find prompto very entertained with a box. said box is on the floor and he, too, is on the floor, making cute kissy-noises at it.]
Heyyy...
[a dumb giggle, as he pushes down the flaps that are currently closed]
[ Arrive home he does. Noctis closes the door behind him to hear kissy noises coming from the living room. He recognizes Prompto's voice as he sets his keys down on the nearby table, narrowing his eyes.
For a second, he thinks Prompto brought home a new animal. Which would be fine, but he sees Etro's floofy brown tail waving about from under a box. He laughs a bit, coming in and walking towards the two. ]
Remember this moment, will you, the next time you want to do something remotely interesting in bed. Remember what a bit of cheek will cost you, sweetness.
[how does it feel to have prompto's eyes focused so intently on you, noctis? he's actually put down his phone from the scrolling rpg game they've been so intent on, suddenly speaking up.]
Hey, Noct. Got somethin' important I've been meaning to talk to you about.
[arm over the back of the couch, his body language shows that he feels comfortable, but something in his expression says otherwise]
[ Noctis is in the middle of typing up his report for class, sitting with Prompto on the couch in front of something mindless on television. He's stopped by the sudden shift in the air, the way Prompto looks at him and says he has something to talk about with him. Like it's serious.
He raises a brow, looking a bit blind sighted for a second. This shifted quickly. ]
... Yeah, sure, what's up?
[ Oh god, this is too out of the blue, and Noctis has a million and one scenarios going through his head. None of which are easy for him to prepare for. ]
[it's later in the afternoon, when he's decided to stop being lazy and get a move on with his saturday--well, technically, he's got to go to work for his shift. he's out when it's dark out, eating a sandwich on his way out. his feet lead him over to his boyfriend's apartment almost on automatic.]
[he really needs to go out more, he thinks, opening the door to the lights on.]
Smells like unhealthy choices!
[did noctis reheat some leftover pizza? fix your food intake, fool...]
[prompto, however, walks over to the figure of his boyfriend standing by the couch, looking at the teley. he wraps his arms around him from behind, despite tiny biting at his shoelaces.]
Hey.
[he presses close, cheek against shoulder blade, wondering if noct has had another of his flashy warpy episodes]
[ The apartment isn’t exactly a mess, but Noctis is definitely standing because of one of his warpy episodes. He’s rubbing at his head in confusion, mostly because he’s trying to figure out how he appeared behind the entertainment center, which resulted in the knocking over of his collectible figures. It’s just happening at random, he’s not even given a choice to focus on a location like Rosalind suggested.
Prompto lets himself in as usual, and Noctis jolts to the chiding. He did agree to try eating better, but...
Well, the pizza is still in the microwave. He lost his appetite the second he got up and warped into the fucking TV.
Noctis exhales a laugh, feeling Prompto come up behind him and wrap him in a backwards embrace. He smiles, placing his hand over Prompto’s arms before twisting in his grasp to face him proper. ]
Hey, Prom.
[ He drapes his arms over Prompto’s shoulders. ]
I uh. Didn’t eat yet. So technically, I haven’t made a bad choice yet.
[noctis had ordered pizza for the night and prompto felt downright queasy about it. he argued that he didn't have his medicine with him, for his lactose intolerance, but noctis--ever the wonderful boyfriend--ordered one half of the pizza without any cheese. usually, prompto wouldn't protest, and this time is no different, but he's slowly panicking. is he expected to eat half of a pizza? that's so much.]
[in the end, he ate two slices, claiming afterwards that he wasn't too hungry to begin with. the movie on the television plays on, but prompto's barely paying any attention to it anymore; seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours, and he's tapping at legs at the cushions and at his arms with his fingers, unable to stay still.]
[eventually he excuses himself to the bathroom with a cheery call for 'gotta pee! don't pause the movie!' hoping that noctis would be as unaware as usual to the fact that prompto takes longer--that prompto takes ten minutes in the bathroom, feeling sick of himself, his throat raw, bile on his tongue as he spits the last vestiges of food from his saliva into the toilet.]
[he flushes the toilet just as he stands up, irritable at himself and aiming for the sink to wash his face]
[ Noct is generally on top of making sure the food he gets is okay for Prompto. From the time they first started being friends, he’d learned about his sensitivity to dairy, so he makes sure to always order pizza with non-dairy cheese byproduct. It’s been fine in the past, and so Noctis initially thinks nothing of it. Prompto isn’t all that hungry, he’ll eat more later.
And even if Prompto has seemed a bit picky as of late, he hasn’t paid much mind; Noctis skips meals unintentionally all the time. Out of laziness, but he always stuffs his face at some point. And usually with his boyfriend.
Prompto is up and running before Noctis can even turn his head. But he listens, casually waving Prompto off to do his thing. He ends up having to pause the movie eventually, because it’s getting cold and he wants a sweater from his closet.
It’s when he gets up to grab it that he hears muffled sounds of retching and spitting. Noct stops in the hallway, looking at the door. And he’s quiet for a second, looking at his phone to see that Prom has been in there a while.
And for some reason, he feels off. This feels off. Not right.
[now, this one's unusual. glenn actually calls up on the intercom to the penthouse. how much does this guy work at the building? --it's fine, but he rings noctis up, let's him know that prompto is on the elevator on the way up. no, nothing's wrong, he just needed a bit more help than usual. of course, have a good night, sir, and happy new year.]
[prompto does arrive finally, after about five minutes, paying close attention to glenn's instruction of please do not press any other buttons. prompto focused real hard on not doing that, as tempting as it was.]
[heavily, he leans against the door of the penthouse apartment, and knocks. and knocks. knock.]
[ This day has been rather boring, and Noctis hasn't entirely expected Prompto to come over; he's at a bachelor party, and they've got a wedding to go to tomorrow. So he's just focusing on video games and resting. But when he gets the call from Glenn, he looks at the clock. Huh, close to midnight, but not quite there. He made it.
But he needed help? Noctis can only guess what that means.
There's a knock on the door, and Noctis is quick to get up and open the door. ]
[He had thought about not mentioning this at all. It was a tricky, particularly... disturbing memory, but Ardyn supposes if it's vague enough, he can get around the more difficult parts of it. Where he was concerned, at least.
But he needs to know. Surely he's not the only one that recalled something so drastic to happen to their world-]
Noctis, does this endless nighttime bother you in the same way it does myself?
[ He wakes up from a much needed nap to the sound of his phone going off. These days, oddly enough, haven’t made much for his health. For whatever reason. Lethargic still, he sits up and rubs his eyes, glancing out to the open windows that give no light, despite it being late afternoon.
Noctis grabs his phone, squinting at the message a moment. It has bothered him in that he’s seen looming threat of “perpetual darkness” before, but it was in Ardyn’s dream. ]
something tells me youre not referring to a form of s.a.d. yeah its... idk cant put my finger on it
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