[ 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. ]
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Still huffy, he wraps his arm around Prompto, pulling him closer. ]
I’m glad.
[ He loves this guy so much. It kind of hurts. ]
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[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.
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Neither of us have dropped dead yet, I guess.
[ A joke. But then:]
You really like it?
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[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?
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Do you feel fragile?