[heart aflutter, prompto stands pretty for his kiss hello, letting the embarrassment flush out of him as he mentally berates himself for thinking that smacking his boyfriend was any kind of greeting to begin with. it doesn't last much past the flush of his cheeks as he takes his hand, instead, and starts leading the way down the street.]
Thanks for getting out of bed for me. What's the forecast for today?
[he looks up curiously, then turns to noctis, ruffling his dark hair into an even bigger mess than before.]
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Thanks for getting out of bed for me. What's the forecast for today?
[he looks up curiously, then turns to noctis, ruffling his dark hair into an even bigger mess than before.]
Messy with a side of annoyed, huh?
[grins, impishly]