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[ Noctis can't believe he's doing this. He really can't. Much as it's cool that Prompto was the sharpshooter of the team and all that, this is very dangerous.

But, he loves Prompto, and apparently you do crazy things for the ones you love. So. ]

Got it.

[ At least he's been working out. So lifting it isn't as detrimental to him as it may have been previously. ]

Hupp--

Edited 2018-01-06 01:23 (UTC)

Y'okay?

[they move away from the car. he gives noctis the okay to put his end down so he can close and lock his car, and soon enough they're making their way into the apartment. it sure looks suspect, but thankfully no one stops them to ask questions and they don't really bump into anyone when they make it to the elevator.]

[prompto's just taking out his keys--fumbling over them--and then when they reach their floor he keeps on. opening the door and moving inside the apartment, he's glad to find that cloud isn't home yet.]

Okay. Coast is clear.

Follow me.

[he leads noctis down the hall towards his bedroom, but stops at the broom closet. a door one wouldn't consider twice. they haven't really put anything in there, their cleaning supplies in the laundry room.]

Okay. I'll just put them in here for now until I find out what to do with them.

[bag on the floor, he opens up the closet, to reveal the bazooka and a box where two of his guns are already inside of.]

[time to open up this duffel bag...]

[ There's plenty of anxiety behind carrying a heavy bag full of guns through an apartment complex. Not everyone living in Recolle is affected by Retrospec. Not everyone has the app that alters their entire fucking concept of reality, so they could easily cause panic with people.

Both of them are quiet from the walk to the elevator to the entrance to Prompto's apartment. And when Prompto speaks low and cautious, this honestly feels like some grand cover up of some sort.

And... Okay. Noctis is just enough of a thrill seeker these days to get a little excited over this. Almost like they're hardened criminals. There have been plenty of moments since his leaving the hospital that his adrenaline has spiked. During is a bit hard to handle, but after? It's insane.

He'll just... Keep the weird, bubbling excitement he's feeling inside of him to himself.

There's a bit of a reverie that follows, making Noctis completely silent as they shove the bag in the broom closet with a thud. He exhales and stands up straight, cracking his back because damn that was heavy.

And then Prompto opens up the bag. The first thing Noctis sees is the bazooka.

Why the fuck is his face red? ]

Holy shit.

Yeah, pretty insane, huh?

[prompto, as always, is oblivious to what's going on in noctis' head. he sets the bazooka aside in a hallway that seems more narrow than usual. the safety's on, but he double checks. then, the box with quicksilver and lion heart gets put in the hallway, too, as he opens it up to reveal the firearms. he takes one last gander in the closet, before pulling out this bad boy, clip and all, and sets it down next to the bazooka.]

[now he focuses on the bag. from inside it, he picks out one gun, and another, and a final one. he sets them on the floor before pulling out the real star of the show.]

[prompto's grinning up at noctis, propping up the circular saw, saw-side up]

Don't know what the hell this is, but isn't it super cool?

[of course, it's terrifying, though]

I was thinking of taping some towels on the saw so that it wouldn't hurt anyone accidentally if the door is ever opened...

[he's really got a collection here.] What d'you think?

[ It's like he's watching some fucked up version of Mary Poppins, with how many guns Prompto starts to pull out from the bag. Plenty of guns that can be held in one hand, one that requires two, a bazooka, and then the main event. A giant, circular saw. Noctis takes a step back as Prompto leans it up against the wall, and his face is still bright, hot red.

Thank the six that Prompto is so goddamn oblivious most of the time.

Noctis looks bewildered, and very curious, still riding on this weird excitement that he's feeling. It doesn't seem to want to go away. He steps forward, cautiously reaching forward with one hand, extending his index finger to carefully touch the edge of the saw. Softly enough that it doesn't prick his finger, but he can certainly feel its sharpness. ]

You used these back then? It's almost overkill.

[ Would he have really needed this? ]

Dunno, but I guess so?

[he moves away from the saw and gets some towels. okay, so maybe he won't tape them to it, but he's rolling them over the edges. it'll be fine; it could be worse.]

Alright. That one's going in first.

[he looks up to make sure he's not gonna dent the doorframe, but the circular saw makes it inside with little trouble. thank goodness. he turns to grab the bazooka, setting it next to and against the saw. now, he focuses his efforts on the machine gun, putting the butt against his shoulder and checking the safety pin. he's pointing down at the floor--if it helps any nerves--and he's pressing the magazine release lever before catching the magazine in his hand.]

--cool.

[the magazine goes in the box, and the machine gun against the bazooka.]

[now he sits on the floor, because he's so ready to check out the other guns]

Oh, there was like something else in an envelope. Is it in the bag still?

[inside the envelope, this photograph]

[ Noctis watches as Prompto takes everything apart and mindfully places things where they should be, cautiously sitting down beside him. He’s not much for help, considering he doesn’t know the first thing about guns.

Well... He does. If he looks at a gun long enough, he vaguely feels like he can handle it. Likely owed to the strange skills he picked up on recently. But it’s feint.

He calms down after a while. The excitement winds down, and so does the flush on his cheeks. For now. Noctis crosses his legs on the floor, leaning over when Prompto shows him the picture. ]

Hm?

Who’s that?

[prompto... doesn't know, and so he takes a gander, cocking his head to the side, holding quicksilver in his hands]

Dunno...

Whoever it is, she's really cute.

[there's a flush on his cheeks now, shoulders rising in embarrassment up to his ears]

Maybe a gi-girlfriend...?

[ He cranes his neck to get a better look, brow raised. The girl is definitely cute, definitely generous with what she shows off. But she has a nice smile, which is what Noctis lingers on.

Who's to say if he and Prompto were into each other in their past lives? It's not totally out of the question. So Noctis doesn't mind this discussion.

Still, he can't help but take an opportunity to pick on Prompto and rip him. ]

She is cute.

[ Noctis pats Prompto on the back. ]

Hold on to that hope, buddy.

[prompto immediately shoves noctis' hand off of him. he knows when he's being a shit.]

Dude, rude. It could totally be! I mean, she looks like she's too good for me...

[his eyes roam back to the picture, inching closer to it. he should be focusing on any detail he can make out in the picture--like hammerhead, perhaps--but he's focused on the girl.]

[prompto's so red right now; he's terrible with girls.]

Is she wearing a bikini? [really close to his face now] Y'think it's a g-string?

Hand it over.

[ This is clearly what couples do: over-analyze a woman who's dressed in the bare minimum. He's not quite into it, but it's not unattractive.

Noctis snatches the picture from Prompto's hand and takes a closer look himself. And he mainly focuses in on her chest first, eyes narrowing. Noctis would be a liar if he said he said the flush on his cheeks has nothing to do with this unknown girl's chest. ~~Everyone likes boobs~~.

He hands it back. ]

Bikini with a g-string bottom, yup.

What--?

[he takes it back and studies the picture]

How can you tell with confidence that it is?!

[suddenly his mind is racing, imagining perhaps things that he shouldn't imagine. it's lewd, the image that comes to mind; what if she showed more skin? and suddenly all his teenage fantasies of forbidden websites and explicit magazine covers and late night movies on tv seize him up]

[he fumbles where he sits, bringing his legs up and trying to not be indecent] Uh...

Her pants are halfway down? It's not hard.

[ And yeah, it's nice to look at. But Noctis doesn't let his mind race the way that Prompto does. The reaction is instant, and Noctis recognizes that little squirm that Prompto displays next to him.

He--

Noctis raises a brow. ]

Are you--

Did you just pop a boner over that?

[it's like he's jolted with electricity]

[he quickly sets the photograph down, into the envelope where it won't haunt him again]

Leave me alone! I-I'm checking the guns!

[he's quick to grab one, fumbling with it. don't worry, it's not loaded]

[ Oh my god? Noctis is trying so hard not to laugh, but it's a battle he's losing quick. He shoves Prompto playfully. ]

Don't play like that, I've seen that wiggle before. You just stuck your whole head in the gutter.

--it wasn't intentional!

[he is wiggling, hunching over himself so that his shirt hides his lap area, all the while he's trying to seem confident and fine. even if he just admitted to the facts]

[ Noctis can't even be mad or jealous. That girl is cute, and they're still just flesh and blood, right? So this is honestly weirdly endearing to him. ]

Never said it was.

[ He leans against Prompto's shoulder, bumping him. ]

Need help with that?

[ This is hilarious. ]

Or should I try and find her to do it?

Du-dude!

[he backs up against the wall]

I'm, I'm dealing with guns here, so like!

[don't..]

[ Noctis laughs, suddenly not feeling so bad for getting flustered over Prompto with his guns. ]

Alright, fine. Suffer through that while you play with your new toys.

[his hands are shaking and he's bright red, with noctis' laughter filling his ears. he can't really focus on what he's doing]

She's-- she's a goddess, okay. Her curves are perfect and, and... a-and...

[he can't even say it]

[stop teasing him]

[ The laughter dies down a little, and Noctis just leans against the wall. Watching Prompto. ]

Should I be jealous?

[prompto's fidgeting, but he's... managing with his guns. he puts quicksilver away in the box, and picks up one of the newest additions. the cocytus looks really cool, and prompto wonders if he could ever make use to try it out? it's perhaps stupid to think like that.]

[but then again, guns are also something that put a lot of people on the edge.]

Nah, not really.

[oh, the bullets are -- a different sort. could he get those somewhere...?]

She's super out of my league.

[ Noctis wears a lopsided smile to that. Really, the question was a joke. He playfully swats at Prompto’s shoulder. ]

I don’t think so. You’re both hot blondes.

[ But eh, more for him, right? Noctis reaches for one of the smaller guns, curiously taking a look at it. He’s never really held one for very long. ]

Looks like you were a pretty skilled shooter.

Don't try and deny it. She totally is out of my league.

[but he smiles, grateful to noctis for the vote of confidence. it's pretty clear though, how nervous and awkward he is standing beside the girl on the photograph.]

[his attention turns instead to noctis picking up one of the guns--the calamity pistol, if he remembers right.]

Yeah, huh? I remember how to use the guns, too. Just never had a chance to show off in front of you yet.

[ Honestly, for all the nerves that guns spark in Noctis, they don't scare him. It's just he needs a warning when he's about to drive around with a corvette trunk filled with weapons that could kill multiple people at once.

He holds Calamity up, letting it glimmer in the dim light. It's a pretty cool gun. And he's only really seen Prompto use them on a single occasion. Besides in his memory.

Noctis hands the pistol back over. ]

I don't think we've shown each other what we can really do yet.

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