[ Noctis laughs, and it feels good, even if it's a quiet, rusty sound. ]
Hey, don't blame me. You had your chance.
[ He grabs the one pillow from the cot and throws it without too much force down at Prompto's face, and before he has a chance to recover, the thin blanket after that. It leaves the bed stripped, but it's only fair, since he's taking the mattress. Noct stretches out his shoulders, his legs, his spine, and settles down on his stomach, leaning on his arms, and looking over the side of the bed with a smile. Everything is Awful™, but that's nothing new for them, is it? Maybe there's a reason Prompto has memories that he doesn't. Maybe it'll keep going on like that, him and his alien girlfriend jumping from star to star, living the kind of adventure they only ever used to dream about, more like a video game than how their road trip really turned out to be. ]
Thanks.
[ Noct says, quiet, in the moments before sleep. He doesn't have to explain what for, right? He couldn't if he tried. ]
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Hey, don't blame me. You had your chance.
[ He grabs the one pillow from the cot and throws it without too much force down at Prompto's face, and before he has a chance to recover, the thin blanket after that. It leaves the bed stripped, but it's only fair, since he's taking the mattress. Noct stretches out his shoulders, his legs, his spine, and settles down on his stomach, leaning on his arms, and looking over the side of the bed with a smile. Everything is Awful™, but that's nothing new for them, is it? Maybe there's a reason Prompto has memories that he doesn't. Maybe it'll keep going on like that, him and his alien girlfriend jumping from star to star, living the kind of adventure they only ever used to dream about, more like a video game than how their road trip really turned out to be. ]
Thanks.
[ Noct says, quiet, in the moments before sleep. He doesn't have to explain what for, right? He couldn't if he tried. ]