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[ 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. ]

Didn't expect you to make it.

[ He smiles nonetheless. ]

[a hand to the door frame, prompto would look cool if he wasn't grinning like a dork]

A wizard-- is never late, he arrives precisely! when! he means to!

[at least that's what he attempts to say, a garbled, slur mess instead. he's swaying on the spot, but he isn't moving]

[ Oh boy. ]

Ah, he's drunk. Why am I not surprised?

[ But Noctis says it fondly, sighing a touch as he steps aside, gesturing for Prompto to come in. ]

Come on, sit down.

[ Does he sound patronizing? Absolutely. But it's affectionate. ]

[sit down, he says, but prompto ends up looking confused, then down at the floor]

--if y'say so. [and he's gonna sit on the floor]

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[ Noctis exhales a laugh. ]

Not there, dumbass. Come on.

[ He reaches down, scooping Prompto up by wrapping his arm around his back. He'll start guiding Prompto to the couch. ]

Looks like you had a good time.

Aw, man--

[he giggles at that, even if noctis does have to pick his sorry ass and guide him inside the apartment. he's pretty much dead weight, mostly on purpose]

There were chocobos! Almost stole one. Hmm, one day, Carnation will be free.

[if noctis can understand him, he wins a medal]

Wanted t'make sure I made it on time for midnight. Did I do good?

[ Noctis grunts as he sets Prompto down, but he doesn't sit with him yet. He goes over to grab Prompto a glass of water, then sits beside him. And he's smiling lopsided while Prompto goes on about his evening. A bit subject-jumpy, but that's how Prompto is; he babbles when he's drunk. And it's honestly adorable. ]

I don't think I can fit a chocobo in here. We're both messy enough. And they stink.

[ At the question, he pauses, humming softly as he nods. ]

You did. I'm glad.

[ He leans over and kisses Prompto on the cheek, then hands him the glass. ]

Drink.

[he takes the glass with both hands, slumps back heavily, and takes long sips of water. he's not a toddler, but he's losing some water on his shirt]

Oh, shit-

Well...

[forget it. he puts the glass on the coffee table with some effort, leans back again, and looks up at noctis, head resting against the back of the couch]

I wanted to make sure you wouldn't be a diaper baby about today.

['i wafeufhe you woulda diapah baby abou'day']

Says the one talking like a baby.

[ Was any of that even English? How the hell did he understand it? Probably because they've been drunk together a million times. Noctis can't help but snort to the fact that Prompto is wearing most of the water he brought over. ]

You'd better hope you're not massively hungover for tomorrow, best man.

[he'll panic about that tomorrow, and the speech he's got to say, and all that]

Everyone's gonna be drunk, s'fine.

Uh huh.

[ There's really no use arguing with a drunk, so he doesn't. Prompto's definitely out of it, because his hair is a bit of a mess. Noctis reaches over to get some of his bangs away from his eyes. ]

What else did you do tonight?

We went to the spa and I didn't really wanna join but I couldn't let Sorey go by himself so I fought against the stone things and man it was hot but like I've never had a spa day before it was niiiice.

[smiles at the hair fixing and hums a bit, forgetting that he's supposed to talk about today]

That was in the morning there was like a really annoying bug flying in my room though like, whaaaaat, is up with that, even. Yeah.

Edited 2017-12-31 01:53 (UTC)

[ Noctis's lips press in a crooked line as he perks a brow, thrown off when his regaling of the day takes an unexpected shift to something about a bug. Seems like Prompto can't stay on one subject. Again, rambling. ]

Forgot you don't like bugs.

[ Is he going to be able to keep up with this? Geez. ]

Oh, man, bugs!

[he's working tediously on now removing his shoes, and scarf, and jacket... it's way too hot in this apartment]

They're tiny and crawly and they're all over! I feel so itchy now!

[ Noctis snorts, swatting away Prompto's hands so he can take care of it himself. ]

I know, icky.

[ Scarf off! Time for the jacket. ]

Stop wiggling.

[stops wiggling and stays still entirely]

I'm no worm, I don't wiggle.

Okay. Toddler.

[ Noctis pulls Prompto's jacket off and grabs his scarf, getting up to put them on the coat hanger. ]

Scale of 1 to 10, how drunk are you?

Why do we ask that to drunk people? How can drunk people tell?

[he has an argument. not a solid one, but one.]

Are you seeing one of me or multiple.

[ He puts his hand on his hip. Just trying to gauge Prom. ]

[after a moment of silence]

...trick question. Next!

Wh--

[ Noctis knits his brow. ]

How is that a trick question?

I'm not ready to start countin', Noct! Not again!

[ He laughs. ]

Not again?

[he makes 'no' hand motions, swinging them into an x in front of him]

Ever.

[ Still laughing. ]

I don't even know what you're talking about.

[ He plops back down again on the couch, casually wrapping his arm over Prompto's shoulders. ]

You're wasted, dude.

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