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Ugh, but Napoli does the thin crust.

[ And he hates thin crust. But he digresses. The dramatic tone and nose wrinkle disappears at Prompto’s question. Because he’s asking for food and Noctis absolutely wants him to eat. ]

Yeah. Anything you want.

[ And so, he reaches over for his phone, handing it to Prompto. ]

I gotta get up a sec. Go ahead and order something.

[ He kisses Prompto’s nose in punctuation before untangling himself and getting up. ]

[prompto goes through the food app on noctis' phone, smiling at noctis after the kiss and as he gets up. he takes a while, wondering what kind of thing he would feel like, without having to feel too guilty about what he's eating and...]

[he glances]

[deli gourmet sells salads of all sorts. pesto ravioli salad, waldorf salad, corn and beans--it seems doable, and prompto actually does have a fondness for salads. they're as heavy as he's willing to make himself eat.]

[he turns back on the couch, an arm over its back, and he calls out to noctis in the kitchen]

--hey, stud. I'm gonna order a buttload of salads. Is that allowed in your PH?

[ Noctis looks around the kitchen, checking the fridge and realizing that while he has what he wants? He’s never used his stove before. Thankfully, he’s got a brand new pot sitting in a cupboard. He snatches that, milk, chocolate, and quietly gets to work. And work it is, because the dude’s maybe used the stove once in his whole life.

He rubs at the back of his head, staring at the pot that is now full of milk. How hot should he set the fire at? Medium? High?

Prompto calls for him and he’s forced out of concentration, pausing when he hears the word “salad” and... crap. At least Prompto can’t see his grimace. Oh, but he loves the guy and he really needs to eat. And he’s... still hungry as usual but...

Damn it.

Oh god that’s going to be so nasty. ]

Ah—

Yeah. Sounds great.

[ Ughhhhhhh. You love Prompto, Noct. You love him and you sometimes have to do things you hate for the ones you love. Like shovel gross rabbit food down your throat.

At least Prompto thinks you’re a stud? ]

Really?

[the question isn't so much a question as an awed response to noctis, the excitement filling up pretty quickly]

--yeah! It does sound great!

[if noctis is willing to eat salad (who invited him), for his sake, then this will be so many layers of delicious]

Okay. Comes down to -- woah, eighty four dollars, sorry. [uh] It'll be here within thirty minutes...

[that's gonna be a lot of salad. literally all the salads.]

[ Oh gods, he’s actually going to have to eat this. Because Prom sounds so happy already. Noctis sighs to himself, dropping his head down in defeat as he stirs at the milk and chocolate in the pot. At least he’s not burning it—

Wait. Fuck FUCK. It’s burning?!?!

Okay. No. False alarm. Noctis lowers the heat and minds it. Eventually finishing and pouring the contents in a mug. ]

Don’t worry about it.

[ Money is no object for this Caelum. His response is only delayed because he’s distracted. Noct is relieved to see whipped cream in the fridge, so he tops off the nice mug of hot cocoa he just whipped up for his boyfriend. And boy, he hopes he didn’t fuck it up. But hey, if it’s poisonous, they’ll die together, right? Noctis thinks that to himself as he makes himself a mug.

He comes around the corner with both mugs in hand, sitting back down beside Prompto and handing his to him. ]

Here.

[he sets the phone back down, then looks up at noctis. he's confused for a second, before grabbing at the mug that is -- pretty warm. he sets it down on the table, taking a moment to realize that it's hot chocolate and whipped cream.]

[he returns his eyes to noctis]

...do you realize that whipped cream alone, just a bit of it like that on the cup, is 257 calories?

[old habits]

Isn't that crazy?

[ He gets it, really.

Noct exhales a laugh as he sits back and looks down at his mug, blowing on it first before taking a sip. ]

We’ll make tonight your cheat day. Since you missed hot cocoa so much.

[ He sets the mug down and leans back on the cough. ]

Welp. Didn’t burn it. That’s good.

[ SEE? HE USED HIS STOVE FOR U. ]

[prompto starts laughing and leans into noctis]

Who even says welp? You're such a dork.

[he wants to bask in the fondness that he feels for this ultimate dork, before picking up his own cup and looking at it with a sentiment of... trepidation]

[taking a slow sip, he takes a moment to savor it. it's not the best cup of hot cocoa he thinks he's ever hard, but it's just right. some whipped cream sits on top of his lips when he turns to look over at noctis]

Did you remember to turn off the stove?

[ He acts like he doesn’t care, but Noctis is secretly staring at Prompto from the corner of his eye to make sure it’s good. He’s actually nervous about it, because he’s never cooked a day in his life. If this even counts.

He doesn’t get an opinion yet, and he turns his gaze away when Prompto turns his head. And his expression is pretty blasé until.

Did he remember to turn off the stove? ]

...

[ Eyes wide!!!!!! ]

Shit.

[ Noctis literally jumps out of his seat and runs to the kitchen to turn off the flame. ]

[fucking-]

[cue prompto putting the cup down so he can proceed to laugh his ass off as noctis springs back to the kitchen]

[UNBELIEVABLE]

[ He realizes how big of a loser he is.

Noctis sighs as he shuts it off and drags his feet back to the couch. ]

Laugh it up. I could have spit in it, you know.

[ CHEEKS PUFFED. FLOPS BACK ONTO THE COUCH. ]

We've swapped too much saliva for it to matter at this point!

[still laughing, wheezing, as he presses against noctis. mirthful]

--it tastes great, Noct. Thank you.

[ Noctis wobbles a bit as Prompto presses close, but he leans in nonetheless. And the assurance that it’s good is comforting. Because he’s never made it before, he literally guessed.

Still huffy, he wraps his arm around Prompto, pulling him closer. ]

I’m glad.

[ He loves this guy so much. It kind of hurts. ]

[prompto pats at noctis' chest, pulling back eventually to get back at the cups of hot cocoa, bringing noct's own back to him.]

[he drinks some more, although not a lot, trying to make himself be okay with this]

I'm surprised it even came out this well.

[ Noctis takes his mug when Prompto hands it to him, smiling softly before leaning back. He takes a sip. ]

Neither of us have dropped dead yet, I guess.

[ A joke. But then:]

You really like it?

Yeah.

[he says quietly, drinking some more and licking at the whipped cream on his upper lip]

...

I'm not like, fragile or something now, right?

[ Noctis perks a brow, looking to Prompto. ]

Do you feel fragile?

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