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[he winces slightly at the initial contact of cotton and alcohol on his wound, but he takes it bravely after a second. he pulls the towel from around his shoulders and onto his lap, to fold it up.]

Yeah, me too.

[this conversation is sorta awkward, he concludes]

...we met this doctor, and she got angry at us for a bit. We got delegated to monster duty.

So, you know. Thanks for the bullets.

[ Noctis is pretty focused on making sure he takes care of this right. The last thing Prompto needs is to get a nasty infection from a head wound. He scoots a bit forward, awkward as this situation is (he's ignoring that). ]

Just wanted to make sure you had what you needed. It's not exactly safe out there right now.

[ Even if the concept of the gun still kind of freaks him out. He had no issues buying those bullets at all. He tilts forward, neck craned when he can't cover everything from this angle. Despite his own personal awkward feelings, he reaches out and gently grabs Prompto by the chin. ]

Tilt this way.

[ He gently ushers him to shift his head a bit. ]

[tilt he does, smiling a bit but keeping his gaze focused on etro over on the counter, lapping at the milk on the bowl]

And how's your sword coming along?

[ Seems pretty clean now. He sets the cotton ball down, along with the bottle of alcohol that he puts the top back onto. While he sifts through the box for a proper bandage, he shrugs. ]

Still heavy. Took me hours to clean it off.

[ He gestures with the nudge of his nose to the front door, where the engine blade rests against the wall. ]

But it got me through okay. I'm glad I found it.

Obviously, the gun's served you well.

[oh yeah, that's where prompto saw it; he was too focused on just getting the grime off himself he didn't stop for a conversation with the door's guard.]

Yeah. Just your luck the one thing you get is really heavy, though. I didn't think swords were that heavy? What kind of monster buff do you need to have to be able to use it, anyway?

[he slumps against the couch, closing his eyes and keeping his hands over his tummy, as noctis finds the bandaging necessary]

Team Daiquiri, right? Where did you guys go to?

[ He gets a fresh bandage, working to place it on carefully. ]

Ripped. Which will probably never happen.

[ Noctis leans over to make sure he's smoothing this out right. ]

Yeah. That's the team.

There was this weird... Underground bunker or something that we had to go through. A couple Retrospec employees disappeared, so we went looking for clues.

I still haven't wrapped my head around it entirely.

I'm only in this for the monsters, I guess.

[he offers noctis a shrug and a smile, leaning back on the couch and slumping once his head has been bandaged properly]

Can't really care much about the assholes who put us in this situation in the first place, y'know? But, whatever helps us.

You look like shit yourself.

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