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[kittycaterer]

"You got Noctis. Do the thing."

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[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis hasn't "slept in" for some time now. Gladio doesn't let him. But he can't stop Noct from carting his ass right back to bed after their morning runs. Besides, who could blame him for wanting to get a little more time snuggled up to Lunafreya before morning breaks? This time, he apparently only got a little time, because when he rolls over, he discovered her side of the bed is empty. ]

[ With a sigh, he gets up, walking out of the room after he's dressed in his black jeans and loose-fitting t-shirt. He's rubbing his eyes and yawning by the time Prompto practically jumps on him. ]

Hn--!

[ Noctis grunts, forced to bow forward a second as he tries to regain his balance. ]

Explore?

[ He yawns. ]

Uhhhnnnn... yeah, sure. Don't have anything planned.

[mercurio]

Great!

[he offers noctis a playful punch to his side, grinning and laughing softly at the easy agreement. he lets go of his friend, basically pushing him to the--bathroom? bathroom.]

[hands on his shoulders, walking behind noctis, but not quite letting go yet]

Go get ready! I'll bring my camera.

Oh-- would you mind if we stop by the clinic for a bit first?

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis softly huffs as Prompto starts to literally shove him into the bathroom. It's not that he isn't used to Prompto's enthusiasm, it's that he just woke up from a nap and isn't prepared for it. Still, he doesn't protest, because it seems like his friend is pretty excited. Last thing he wants to do is ruin that. ]

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

[ He's already dressed, but it wouldn't hurt to brush his hair and wash his face. When he stops in the bathroom, he looks to Prompto to answer his question. ]

Huh? What for?

[mercurio]

[prompto stops, too, but not without first jumping up onto the counter and finding a place to wait for noctis right there. despite it all, he's still bouncing his feet against the cupboard.]

Hm.

[he points at the scar on the side of his face, moving hair to the side, the stitches an eyesore on the already healed cut.]

I think I can get these taken out now.

[turning to the mirror, one knee up, he leans in close to fix his hair while softly touching at the thread]

Don't think I wanna do that myself...