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Cybernetic dream, something like you've never seen

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▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top

Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.

A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:

✾ The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
₪ The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
⍢ The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.

These effects will eventually clear up with a bit of accidental or purposeful physical contact with another person, making you wonder if there was anything wrong with you at all.

B ⬤ Hunger starts to gnaw at you vigorously. Perhaps you consider hunting the moon's creatures to sate your hunger. That's when you see it: a thick, meaty, juicy meal on legs. No, we're not talking about Alex Louis Armstrong. A wild silver-white pegasus runs across the purple landscape, its hair billowing in the wind as its hooves smack loudly against the ground. Try and shoot it, and you may find your efforts curtailed by its legendary rage. Eyes aglow and wings beating up a storm, this pegasus is no dainty horse. Two thousand pounds of pure muscle swoop down and charge at you, all blades and ammunition deflecting off its impenetrable skin. Taming appears impossible; it will buck anyone away and leave a sizable horn- or hoof-shaped hole in them for their efforts. Hunting it, however, should be easier. Relatively.

C ⬤ Or you may decide that you'd like to take a drink in the prismatic waters. A small pond can be found just a few miles away from where you first awoke, but gazing into it reflects what appears to be a window into your own world. You see the faces of loved ones or at least someone very close and familiar to you gathered around your prone body, shaking it frantically as though to try and rouse you, yet your image lies frozen and unresponsive, not even a whisper of life running through you. Did you die in your world? Is this your afterlife? The questions start to pile up along with the gnawing dread that you may never return home again.

▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top

Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.

D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.

E ⬤ There's a small cooler-like container of preserved powdered food bags labeled with only the word “Edible” that can be safely consumed. Although the powder tastes as bland as you’d expect, it’s oddly filling, sating either hunger or thirst. But who will be the first — and the bravest — to try eating them?

F ⬤ A strange, pointed instrument is among the effects found in the cavern. It's silver, long, and thin with a curved end and a light. When you grip it with warm hands, it seems to vibrate enthusiastically and comes in three settings indicated by a frowny face, a neutral face, and a happy face. What could it mean exactly? No one knows, but you can fiddle with it to your heart's desire. Just don't ask yourself where it's been before. You don't want to know.

▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top

Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.

G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.

H ⬤ It’s a bumpy ride as terrain vehicles draw over various crystal formations until you see a large dome-like structure up ahead. Within its confines lies the seat of the Prismatica's government, Prisma. It’s a bureaucratic wet dream: skyscrapers practically touch the upper surface of the dome, windows glimmer with a prismatic sheen as daylight hits them, and small ships can be seen flying to and from its spaceport. The scientists, members of the Lunar Scientia, usher you into their facilities for tests. Arrivals are likely to twitch, tremble, and panic as Lunar Scientia fellows take and broadcast every embarrassing, unfiltered detail about you — height, weight, age, strange odors, estimated frequency of sexual activity —- to one another. These scientists will ask you politely to undress, too, but understand if you don't want to. They're especially fascinated by the readings of pure Chroma inside you, whispering among one another excitedly about the possibility of the new arrivals being a new moon species. What should they call them? Moonborne? Moonblessed?

I ⬤ At long last, the questions and physical examinations are done. They’ve decided to call the arrivals as the Moonblessed. They’ll take you under their care until they understand more about you. You're allowed a very refreshing hot shower and a warm meal for your efforts. Don’t worry, the meal was imported from their planet. “Planet?” you might ask, but you won’t need to wonder for too long. The ships are preparing for their next destination: the nearby planet Prismatica, where you will be dwelling for the time being. You're free to explore the government center until then.

▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top

It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and explore the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!

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[punshots]

[ ...Now, they're getting into the real nitty-gritty of it, and something eases off Prompto's chest at the question. He can't help a chuckle — sorry, buddy — because the prince isn't gonna like his answer... ]

Seein' as we passed my b-day while we were there? Yeah, I'd go ahead an say I am. You're lookin' at a ripe, old twenty-one year-old Prompto now. I know, I know, the wisdom just radiates off me.

[ Or something like that. Given the opportunity to run with this joke, he will, because puts distance between them and the bomb he's just dropped on Noct. There's going to be more to cover, but they can get to those things eventually. For now, just let Prompto harass his buddy in peace. ]

[mcring]

[ Yeah, that's what he was afraid of. That's going to be used against him in future arguments, for sure. Not like Noct doesn't have plenty of his own ammunition left, though. Like thicker thighs, and heavier boots. He kicks Prompto's leg, light and playful, and laughs through his words. ]

It'd take a lot more than a year on me to make you wise.

[ Despite the jokes, that uncomfortable, sinking feeling doesn't quite go away. So Noct leans forward over his folded legs and asks, as a distraction for both of them. ]

You've got your camera, right? Take any pictures of the place?

[punshots]

[ — Doy, of course! His camera. If there's anything that will jog Noct's memories of his stay with the Circle — or, at the very least, convince him that Prompto isn't crazy — it's the myriad of pictures that he has saved on his camera. Eagerly, Prompto pulls it out of his pocket, powering it on. ]

Hey, good call! Got pictures of all sorts of places...spaceship world, robot world, desert world...and the temple. No mermaid world ones, though. Camera wouldn't have exactly gotten along well with the environment, y'know?

[ ...He really hopes this actually helps and doesn't just make things worse. But it's not as though he isn't going to show Noct. It'll just be like a super extended vacation slide show. ]

Dealer's choice.

[mcring]

That's... a lot of worlds.

[ Robot world???? How many stars has Prompto been to?? But Noctis is really curious. Especially if he really went to them, too. He slides over in the bed to be next to Prompto. Why do the button pushing if he doesn't have to? They're both more comfortable with the camera in Prompto's hands, anyway. So he watches over Prompto's shoulder for him to give the guided tour Noct wants to see.

At least that's familiar. Always a nice way to wind the day, seeing it all again from his friend's point of view. And Noct may not have been there for these pictures, or may not remember if he was, but that just makes him more grateful than ever that Prompto's keeping track of it all. ]

You've had a busy year.

[punshots]

[ Noct moves closer, and the meaning is telegraphed clearly enough that Prompto keeps a hold of his camera to flip through the photos himself. It might be better this way, anyway, to give his friend a guided tour rather than browse the photos himself. Some of these are going to take a lot of explanation.

Prompto starts with the most recent ones, detailing the inside of a spaceship that doesn't look unlike a magitek facility — in fact, that's what he thought it was when they first arrived. The environment is sterile and cold, but there are a few nice pictures of the stars from behind the ship's windows. ]

Sure have...and I haven't even gotten to my girl yet. My...girlf.

[ How did he even go this long without mentioning it, really?

If there were anything to convince Noct that Prompto has a few marbles loose it would probably be this, but fortunately Alisaie arrived with him and can testify on his behalf. That is, if she managed not to spontaneously combust. ]

[mcring]

A... girlfriend?

[ Good thing Noctis wasn't drinking anything, or he definitely would be choking right now. Instead, he's just leaaaaning way back, like the crazy is contagious, before shoving at the back of Prompto's head for being a dick. ]

You really had me going there. Fish people, and robots, and temples... I was ready to believe all that, but you took it too far.

[punshots]

[ OF COURSE this would be where his suspension of disbelieve falls through. Chuckling, Prompto shoves at Noct's hand in return, wearing a grin that's as obnoxious as it is sincere. ]

I'm being real, man! Hang on, I'll show you!

[ Sure enough, a few pictures later, there's one of Prompto and Alisaie in the frame, with Alisaie smiling while Prompto kisses her cheek. It's disgusting, but Prompto is shameless, even though Alisaie might kill him if she finds out he was showing off pictures like these. ]

See? See? Best part is, she's here, too! You gotta meet her.

[ Yes, Prompto went off to join a world-hopping band of superheroes and found an elf girlfriend. The truth is stranger than fiction... ]

[mcring]

[ It's not a joke? Noctis still feels like the punchline is coming. He frowns at the picture. ...Well, they've got to at least be friends, if he got close enough to snap a picture like that without getting the camera broken over his head. But it still seems pretty unlikely. Not because Prompto isn't a great guy, or good-looking, but... He's not Gladio. Neither is Noctis. Most guys aren't. And Prompto... He's just about as bad as hitting on girls as it gets. "Friend zone" is practically Prompto's middle name. Could a couple months on a new star really make that much of a difference?

Noct rests his chin on his fist, and tries to ask as tactfully as possible. ]

Does she know she's your girlfriend?

[ Noct's not great at tact. ]

[punshots]

[ Now it's Prompto's turn to shove at Noct's head, doing he best to muffle a laugh that breaks through the pout he tries to put forth. Look, no one is more surprised than Prompto that this actually happened, and it definitely took...time. Noct may be pleased to know she did friend-zone him, at least for awhile... ]

Dude! I finally land a girl and you won't even gimme a little credit? All my smooth operating finally paid off!

[ footage not found ]

Anyway, you'll just have to meet her, and then you'll see! We are totes sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!

[ Why did he put it like that... ]

[mcring]

[ Alright, the horsing around is deserved, and Noctis tries not to fight back too hard in shoving Prompto off him again. ...But seriously, what's with the nursery rhyme? Noct just barely bites back more teasing. He almost manages to play it straight. Almost. ]

Yeah, I... definitely believe you.

[ If Noctis didn't know Prompto as well as he does, he'd think the awkward thing was an act, just so people would underestimate him. Unfortunately, he knows that awkwardness is 100% genuine. But somehow, he still landed a girlfriend before Noctis did? The gods really do have it out for him... ]

Really though, that's great. I'll be happy to meet her. What's her name?

[ Because even if it is true, Noct's not dumb enough to go up to some pretty girl and introduce himself with, "Hey, I heard you're Prompto's girlfriend." He's fallen for a lot of bad jokes, but this isn't going to be one of them. ]

[punshots]

[ Not to mention that calling Alisaie "Prompto's girlfriend" would probably make her turn to stone, even if that's exactly what she is. Prompto, however, loves to throw around the term. They haven't been together too long — he hasn't had too many opportunities to brag about his girlfriend. Needless to say this isn't going to be the last time Noctis hears about her, either. ]

Alisaie! I usually just call her Ali, though. When I'm not calling her my "sweetie pie"!

[ He's never called her sweetie pie. She'd kill him, probably. ]

Anyway, I can introduce you two. Gotta make sure my best bud meets my best girl!

[ After a moment, however, his grin falters, a few seconds passing in silence before he finds his voice again. He's put this off for far too long, and bringing it up now almost feels like cheating. But he's never gonna get over it if he doesn't just put it out there, so he might as well do it now. Better late than never right? ]

There's...something else you should know about everything that happened when we were in the Circle.

[mcring]

[ If it turns out Prompto really acts like this around Alisaie, with "k-i-s-s-i-n-g" and "sweetie pie"s and everything, and she acts the same way right back at him... Noctis is going to be that much more sure that either this girlfriend is some kind of shape-shifting monster who's playing a really sick long game, or else this is the strangest dream Noctis has ever had. But nothing else to do right now but just go along with it. Maybe, for once in their lives, it'll all be true, and everything will work out.

Not likely, huh. The whole room feels a little darker when Prompto stops smiling. Noctis lift his chin. ]

Something else?

[ Like besides fish people, and Prompto's girlfriend, and the whole 'faster than a speeding bullet' thing? Great, just how much weirder is this going to get? ]

[punshots]

[ Something else. Part of him can acknowledge that he might be making a bigger deal out of this than he needs to, but it's been something that's been weighing on his thoughts so very, very long now that he probably can't even look it rationally anymore. He just...needs to get it out there, and he won't let this be like last time. He isn't just going to wait, hoping for the perfect opportunity to come when it's really a question of his own courage.

It's not unlike telling his friends about where he came from, and what he was meant to do. He just has to trust Noctis and hope that this won't change the way he sees him too much. ]

Back then...back then. It's...kinda hard to explain. But we were sort of from different points in time. Like, what I remembered happening last back home was different from what you remembered. And back then...you didn't remember anything that happened after we left Cape Caem. [ So...you know. All the bad stuff. ] But I...I did. I remembered everything that happened all the way to you disappearing at the Keep, and...

[ He breaks off, glancing away, ashamed. ]

I never...told you. I kept it secret. A-and I know you don't remember that now, but I...I'm sorry.

[ He should have said something. Getting this off his chest now is a cop-out, he knows, because Noctis does remember all those things, but still. He has to say it, if only for his own peace of mind. ]

[mcring]

[ The parallel to that conversation in the keep is pretty hard to ignore. Prompto might be confessing that he didn't tell Noctis about the crystal and Ardyn, putting on the ring, losing the Regalia... losing Luna. But what he's really confessing is that he didn't tell him about who he really is, where he was really born, and why he hides his wrist all the time. It must've been hell for him, keeping that secret all over again. In a way, Noctis is hurt that Prompto wouldn't trust him, outside of when it was necessary to get them through locked doors. But on the other hand, he can't blame him, either. Noctis shrugs. ]

Doesn't bother me.

[ Kind of an easy dismissal, but it's the truth. Even knowing Prompto kept all that from him, Noctis still trusts him more than anyone. And he's telling him now, even though it's hard for him. And since Noctis doesn't even remember... forgetting, or time-travel, or whatever it was... Prompto really never had to say anything at all. ]

You were just trying to spare me the pain of everything bad that happened, right? I'd be a pretty shitty friend to blame you for that.

[punshots]

[ Even if he's all but sure what his friend's response will be, there's still a moment before Noctis speaks where Prompto's heart draws to a stop. What if he screwed up? What if he waited too long, and this is too much of a trespass for Noctis to overlook? After all, keeping all that to himself wasn't purely selfless. Even after being accepted by his friends once, he was still...afraid, that the second time might be different.

...But it isn't. Doesn't bother me. Prompto releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his head dipping down into a nod, warm reassurance spreading through him. He shouldn't have been afraid to tell Noct the truth, either here or there. But now he has, and...nothing has changed, has it?

Bonds like theirs aren't so easily broken. ]

...You sure?

[ But of course he's sure, and Prompto never should have doubted. ]

I just...dunno. Thought it'd be better to let you be happy as long as possible, y'know?

[mcring]

[ When Prompto puts it that way, 'happy as long as possible, Noctis remembers with a sick kind of twist to his gut that it's... not as long as he thought it would be, anymore. Just until he's absorbed all the power of the crystal. And then... Providence. ]

Right.

[ If Noctis happens to sound a little quiet and sick when he says that, it's just the exhaustion finally setting in. Really. After a moment of awkward silence, he asks against his better judgment. ]

Hey, Prompto. If things were the other way around, and all you remembered was from before, and I was the one who knew everything that happened after that... Would you want to be told about it?

[punshots]

[ ...It's a fair question, and one that Prompto pauses to give it it's due, his gaze dropping away thoughtfully. Would he want that? For all he tries to be upbeat and keep the mood light, that's never heat that he wanted to ignore the bad things that had happened. Even...right after Altissia, as difficult as it had been to keep spirits up, he never tried to pretend like it hadn't happened, or that it wasn't important.

But he hadn't thought about it like that before now. For how emotionally intelligent Prompto can be with other people, when he has to turn that same reflection back on himself he's remarkably inept. Is it really just that simple? ]

I...yeah, I would. I wouldn't want you to be keeping that all in. [ One corner of his mouth turns up, knowingly. ] Guess that tells me all I need to know, huh?

[ What are friends for, after all, if not to share one another's burdens? ]

[mcring]

Yeah.

[ Noct answers warmly, appreciative of the sentiment, and feeling the same. He really did get lucky, somehow. His friends picked him, but he couldn't ask to know anyone better. They're a great group of people. Being honest and trusting Prompto in return is the least Noct can do. Even though he really, really doesn't want to share a burden this heavy. Prompto's right. He shouldn't carry it alone. That would be an insult in the face of all they've been through together. So, Noct goes on, however reluctantly. ]

Actually, that's not all you need to know.

[ Maybe they could sleep on this first? Spend some more time getting caught up? Is now really the best time? But will there ever be a good time, or will he just keep putting it off, to spare his friend's feelings, the way Prompto did? Even though he just said he wouldn't want that.

Better to just get it all out in the open. Still, Noct hesitates. Why is talking about the important stuff always so hard... ]

Inside the crystal, I— I spoke to one of the Six, the Draconian. He said Ardyn's immortal. And the only way to stop him, and to bring light back to Eos, is... to sacrifice myself.

[ "Many sacrificed all for the King; so must the King sacrifice himself for all." It makes sense, when he put it like that. Noct's mind is already made up. But that doesn't make it any easier. Saying it out loud only makes it seem real. Saying it to Prompto only reminds him of how much he's going to leave behind. ]

[punshots]

[ That's not all you need to know.

There's something about the way that Noctis says that has Prompto gearing up for something...something he isn't going to want to hear. But what could it be? They had been together in Zegnautus, and he'd thought they'd said everything they needed to there. Prompto had told his friends the truth about where he came from, and they had accepted him without question. That was that. This...couldn't have anything to do with that, could it?

But he soon realizes that isn't the case at all, as Noctis explains himself, and what happened inside the crystal. There was actually something...inside of it? One of the Astrals? It spoke to him?

...What?

It takes a moment for those words to sink in, for them to really sink in, instead of just deflecting off the surface of his heart because it doesn't seem real. When Noctis had disappeared into the crystal, Prompto hadn't known when he would see him again, but...this is different. This is...final. Desperate as he might be to seek a different meaning from that, to find some other way he can interpret "sacrifice myself", there's...

There's only one way Noctis could mean that.

Prompto's eyes focus intently on his friend's, his face going pale, his mouth working soundlessly to find something, anything to say, in the face of something so daunting. Everything seems inadequate. ]

Noct, I... [ He shakes his head, sinking into denial. He — he doesn't want to believe it. ] A-are...are you sure? It's...the only way?

[ Though he asks, he already knows the answer, and his heart is breaking because of it. ]

[mcring]

[ Denial's a good way to start. As easy as it is for Noctis to accept it, that he'd die for his friends, for everyone, no question... It's harder to accept leaving them. How's he supposed to repeat it to Prompto now when it was so hard to say the first time? He cowers at the intent look in those trusting blue eyes, ducking his head and leaning an arm on his knee, looking down. If accepting it means hurting Prompto like that... He chickens out. ]

Dunno. Maybe not.

[ Even if there is no other way and it's a waste of time looking, at least they can pretend for a while. The pain just at the idea of separation has to lessen eventually. ...Right? ]

[punshots]

[ His voice hitches, desperate to say something else, to dig deeper into that response. It's the only hope he has that maybe there's another way around this. There has to be another way. Why do the Astrals just get to decide that anyway? So what if a lot of people have sacrificed for Noctis? That was their choice. That doesn't mean...he shouldn't have to.

But Prompto is acutely aware of the effect that his words could have on his friend, and that trying to influence this choice one way or the other is incredibly selfish. Whatever lies ahead of him...only Noctis can make that choice. It doesn't matter in the end, what Prompto wants. If it is the only way, if it's what Noctis chooses to do...

But just to think it nearly brings tears to his eyes, so his gaze drops away, his head hanging heavily. ]

Noct...you know whatever you do, I've got your back, right? 'Til the bitter end.

[ Ever at his side, as he promised. ]

[mcring]

[ It's hard to think about the past. Now, it's even harder to think about the future. But it'll be alright, because whatever happens, whether they find another way or not... They still have right now. What was it Prompto told him once? He has so much fun, he forgets what he's not? It's a good way to live. And the only way Noctis has ever lived has been by moving forward, with his friends there beside him. Why should that change, just because the ending might not be what they planned?

Though his voice isn't wholly steady, Noct still forces himself to lift his head and smile as he knocks Prompto's shoulder. ]

Yeah, you'd better. We've got a long way left to go, and I couldn't do it without my best friend.

[ All they've hurt each other, all they've been through, and still, their friendship hasn't changed. If anything, it's only gotten stronger. And for that, Noct's more grateful to Prompto than words could say. ]

[punshots]

[ It has gotten stronger, like steel forged in a fire, unbreakable even by the strongest of forces that push against them. They've been through so much together now, and really, in the grand scheme, it matters little that Noctis doesn't remember his time in the Circle. Their friendship hasn't changed. It's the same as it ever was, and even when Prompto is afraid of what might come in the future, he knows beyond a doubt that as long as he relies on that bond, he's doing the right thing.

And at least they have right now. While they're here...they don't have to worry about it as much. So he can only hope that this will last, that they have that precious time. ]

Then I'll be taggin' along the whole way. Even on this weird roadtrip in space we're on.

[ There's a reason they made it here together. He isn't going anywhere. ]

[mcring]

Good to hear.

[ It is. It's really good to hear, an assurance Noctis didn't even realize he needed until he got it. His smile's more genuine as he starts shoving Prompto however he needs to... hips, shoulders, hands... towards the edge of the bed. ]

And since nothing's changed? You still get the floor.

[punshots]

[ Ah...he makes a pledge of undying loyalty and this is where it gets him. Instant betrayal. Prompto is hardly expecing Noct to shove him off the bed just then, and so he offers up very little in the way of resistance, slipping haplessly onto the floor.

But what he lacks in resistance he supplies with a loud, indignant half-squawk, half-laugh. ]

Hey! After that heart to heart and everything! [ A sigh that is very much put-upon. ] Alright, I'll just lie here, on the floor, cold and dejected...

[ But he is pretty tired, regardless. That feelings jam took it out of him! So he stretches out, tucking his hands behind his head. ]