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Noctis Caelum

"You got Noctis. Do the thing."

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[mercurio]

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?

[kittycaterer]

[ 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.

[mercurio]

[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']

[kittycaterer]

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.

[mercurio]

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

Everyone's gonna be drunk, s'fine.

[kittycaterer]

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?

[mercurio]

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.

[kittycaterer]

[ 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. ]

[mercurio]

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!

[kittycaterer]

[ 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.

[mercurio]

[stops wiggling and stays still entirely]

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

[kittycaterer]

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?

[mercurio]

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

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

[kittycaterer]

Are you seeing one of me or multiple.

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

[mercurio]

[after a moment of silence]

...trick question. Next!

[kittycaterer]

Wh--

[ Noctis knits his brow. ]

How is that a trick question?

[mercurio]

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

[kittycaterer]

[ He laughs. ]

Not again?

[mercurio]

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

Ever.

[kittycaterer]

[ 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.

[mercurio]

[he doesn't mind that, leaning into noctis]

I'm Prompto.

[kittycaterer]

[ His arm bends once Prompto is closer, reaching up to run his fingers through Prompto's hair. ]

Nice to meet you, Prompto.

[mercurio]

Hmm.

[he stays like this, comfortable and cared for, breathing evening out--] How long f'New Year?

[kittycaterer]

[ He holds out his wristwatch, taking a look. ]

... Ten minutes.

[ Crossing his legs, he's fine sitting here with Prompto in the meantime. ]

Missed you.

[mercurio]

It's been a really long day.

[that's just a slur of a bunch of sounds]