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[ Wow, rude????? That is not what the spare key is for, Prompto. Noctis was in the middle of an important match in King's Knight! And honestly, it takes him a second to register what he's talking about. Tail?

Oh! Oh she told him!

Noctis pauses the game, and the expression of curiosity seems to work well, because he lets it fall into something of quiet panic. ]

You--

Who told you that?

[so it's true]

[prompto pushes the door closed and heads on over to where noctis sits, a hand on his shoulder]

Li-listen, it's no big deal. We're still friends, alright?

[ Oh god, he fucking believed her. Don't laugh, Noctis, don't laugh.

It's so hard not to. But Noctis figures it's safe to put his face in his hands so he can gather himself so he doesn't laugh. It looks like he's extremely embarrassed or ashamed. But he really just needs a second to get his game face on. Because Prompto fell for it.

Okay. Okay, breathe.

He keeps his face covered, but he shakes his head. ]

Dude, seriously, who told you?

--a-are you okay?

[holy shit, is this really bothering him so much? prompto looks extremely concerned]

Uh.

Rosalind did... [he takes a step back, going around the couch] Look, dude, it doesn't have to be a big issue if it bothers you so much. I'll just forget about it!

[ HOO! Okay. He's got this. Noctis sighs and takes his hands from his face, leaning back against the couch. He's red, but it's only because he'd been holding in laughter. It works in his favor. ]

Are you kidding me?

[ Noctis looks over to Prompto. ]

Dr. Lutece. Just gave up that information to you out of the blue?

Edited 2017-07-09 21:36 (UTC)

I guess? I was just... asking her about childhood stories from you. I was really curious. Please don't get angry at her?

[uh]

Are you... Are you gonna cry? [panix]

No.

[ He sounds very defensive there on purpose. But he throws in the most subtle crack of his voice to make it sound like he's about to cry. Noctis groans and ruffles the back of his head. ]

Look, just.

Yeah. It's a small defect. All babies have one, but it's supposed to be gone at birth. That didn't happen.

[ He looks to Prompto, expression serious as ever. ]

Don't tell anyone, okay?

[he sits down on the coffee table across from noctis, puts his hands together and nods enthusiastically]

Yeah. Yeah! It's fine. There's nothing wrong about it. I promise I won't tell anyone.

You can count on me, buddy.

[ A sigh of relief. Fake as hell, but believable. It's so hard not to bust out laughing, but he's made it this far. ]

Okay.

I trust you.

[ Noctis rubs at his face, as if to wipe his eyes and avoid sobbing. He gets up with the intention of getting something, continuing the conversation. ]

We're best friends. I've never talked about it to anyone, so it... Kinda feels good to get that off my chest.

[ He goes for the fridge, grabbing a drink. ]

I can show you it. Like, it's not a giant thing.

[momentarily dazed at we're best friends]

[prompto gets up too, soon as he registers the other stuff noctis said, and goes around the couch]

You don't have to! If it's really that painful, something like that...

[ Noctis turns around with a can of soda, a bottle of water in the other. He throws the water to Prompto. Noctis opens his drink with a crack, and he shrugs. ]

Well, uh.

I'm self-conscious about it. Maybe if I show someone I trust, I can start, y'know. Being okay with my body.

[ Okay this may be getting away from him a bit but he's working on it. ]

Noct...

[he catches the water, but he's caught over by noctis's words about being okay with his body. prompto grows serious.]

Dude, you're more than fine! I, I also have issues with my body image. You saw those pictures, right? I was pretty, uh, fat as a kid. It's kinda gross, but I got... I got stretch marks, so I don't really... go around shirtless a lot...

[but!]

But! Noct! There's nothing to be ashamed of! [a hand to his own chest] If showing me helps, then go ahead. I'll support you, no matter what.

[ DAMN.

Okay, yeah, this got away from him. But he's still committed to this because Prompto tried to get dirt on him and it is so on. Also he's trying to pry into private things!!!! That deserves a lesson of some sort, right?

Let's be real here, they were both messes as children.

So he keeps the act going. Because what are social cues? Noctis sighs, nodding, as if finally getting comfortable. ]

Okay. Okay, fine.

[ Noctis comes around the corner of the counter, setting down his drink. He turns around, unzipping his pants. ]

Here goes.

[ No slow progression here. Noctis yanks down his pants and fully moons Prompto. His ass is 100% okay. ]

[prompto's not sure he wants this to happen, but noctis seems pretty set on doing it. on baring himself to his Best Friend, expose his weaknesses. who is prompto deny noctis a chance at reassurance? at feeling like he belongs and that his deformities don't take away from who he is--?]

[he waits, expecting to see the appendage of a tail sticking from the small of noctis's back]

[and here it comes...]

[there's nothing there]

[on reflex, prompto squeezes the water bottle a little too tight, and the cap bursts off. woops.]

[he was strung over this, only to--?!]

[of course noctis's ass is fine. of course there's nothing wrong with noctis physically. prompto feels foolish]

[he manages to hold on to the water bottle so that spilled water isn't much of a big deal, but he doesn't look all too amused]

Seriously?

Whatever, I'm leaving.

[he places the bottle on the kitchen counter and heads for the door]

Edited 2017-07-09 22:46 (UTC)

[ He pulls them up pretty quick. He'd laugh, but he's fully aware that it wouldn't be appropriate. Noctis clicks his tongue and grabs his drink. ]

Told you to stop trying to dig up dirt on me, dude.

It wasn't dirt! I just wanted to know a little bit more about you.

[he's embarrassed, his face red]

...you're a good actor. So is the doctor.

[ Noctis crosses his arms, head tilted and expression unamused. ]

So ask me? Why are you going to other people?

Because... because...

[he quiets down, coming back and away from the door, towards the kitchen again]

I didn't want you... to think that I didn't know shit about you, for as much as I call myself your best friend.

[he looks angrily at the bottle, and grabs it to drink up.]

Who do you think you're taking to?

[ Noctis sighs and takes a seat at the barstool before his counter. He takes another sip of his soda and sets it down. ]

I don't remember anything about you, Prompto. I still call you my best friend because 1. You're the only one I hang out with and 2. I like that.

Give me some credit.

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