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[ He's kind of worried about that but... Noctis is also aware people come from different worlds here.]

No worries. It's not like I don't trust you, Prompto.

And you've been gone for hours. I thought you'd be back by now. You were the one who wanted to get more food.

Edited 2017-03-14 04:19 (UTC)

[his chest hurts, lying to his best friend like this. pretending cheer when he's anything but.]

i got sidetracked
you know me, always goofing off and going about taking pictures...

[his camera's screen is cracked from when he dropped it on the ground. he's refused to turn it on since.]

[maybe you shouldn't trust me]

sorry noct

[ He literally has no idea what happened, and while that's the case? He can't help but worry a little. It's a small bout of worry, mostly because Prompto is usually on it when it comes to spending time with Noctis. It's an endearing part about him that the prince enjoys. He can never shake the guy off, so this is weird. ]

[ Noctis is also completely horrible with social queues, so he's mainly focused on the fact that Prompto isn't home when they had plans. ]

For what? Just get back before I decide to go scavenging myself. I'm starving.

[ There's that princely attitude. But it's nothing far from the norm. ]

i'm pretty far away, might be a while
so if you're hungry...

[it's not a lie. he's still at the orchard, as if waiting to see if it's really safe for him to move out, even though a part of him knows that ardyn wouldn't waste his time with just taunting him.]

[the torn up feelings threatening to knock his chest apart were enough to keep him rooted to the spot, miserably.]

[ Okay, while Noctis isn't exactly an expert at reading tone through text, Prompto is pretty blatant in how he types. And how he expresses himself through text message. There's a lot of enthusiasm and a lot of exclaiming. ]

[ Honestly? His gut is telling him to be worried. So he is. Given how this place has effected him? It's possible something could have happened to Prompto too. ]

Tell me where you are and I'll meet you there.

Edited 2017-03-15 03:01 (UTC)

[sighing, prompto lifts himself up after reading the text, pocketing his camera and zipping his borrowed jacket closed. he's pretty sure his shoulder will bruise, and his like for sleeveless shirts will not be helping him out this time around.]

orchard. i'll start walking to the spires

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