[ At least his bunkmate might wind up being someone he's used to sleeping shoulder-to-shoulder with.
Not that Prompto has any idea about just who his prospective bunkmate is when he wanders into the sleeping quarters of the transport. Even if he is exhausted, physically and emotionally, he's still positively wired, electrified from head to toe by this turn of events that is somehow even stranger than the last almost-year of his life has been. It's only after some of the Prismals practically shove him towards the bunks (in an effort to get him out of their hair for awhile, probably) that Prompto finally relents and does so. Maybe if he lies down he'll manage to unwind a bit. Maybe by counting chocobos...
...Needless to say, he isn't expecting to stumble onto his best friend at the foot of the bunk. Kinda literal on the stumbling, too — he kicks the heel of Noct's boot by accident, mumbles an apology, before looking, really looking at who it is.
...Noct. It's Noctis.
He gasps out loud, a grin immediately splitting his face. This time, he does kick Noct's boot on purpose, before leaning over to muss his 'do. Noctis is lucky, for now — if he weren't already on the floor, he might've been tackled with a hug anyway.
But Prompto can't help it. He wasn't sure he would ever see his friend again, not just once, but twice, and his relief, his joy is absolutely immeasurable. ]
Heh, you mean it? I don't even have to kick your ass at cards for the bed this time?
[ He's missed you, buddy. He'll get to that. But for now, he fits perfectly back into form, into the bond they've shared for so many years now. ]
3!!!!!!!!!!
Not that Prompto has any idea about just who his prospective bunkmate is when he wanders into the sleeping quarters of the transport. Even if he is exhausted, physically and emotionally, he's still positively wired, electrified from head to toe by this turn of events that is somehow even stranger than the last almost-year of his life has been. It's only after some of the Prismals practically shove him towards the bunks (in an effort to get him out of their hair for awhile, probably) that Prompto finally relents and does so. Maybe if he lies down he'll manage to unwind a bit. Maybe by counting chocobos...
...Needless to say, he isn't expecting to stumble onto his best friend at the foot of the bunk. Kinda literal on the stumbling, too — he kicks the heel of Noct's boot by accident, mumbles an apology, before looking, really looking at who it is.
...Noct. It's Noctis.
He gasps out loud, a grin immediately splitting his face. This time, he does kick Noct's boot on purpose, before leaning over to muss his 'do. Noctis is lucky, for now — if he weren't already on the floor, he might've been tackled with a hug anyway.
But Prompto can't help it. He wasn't sure he would ever see his friend again, not just once, but twice, and his relief, his joy is absolutely immeasurable. ]
Heh, you mean it? I don't even have to kick your ass at cards for the bed this time?
[ He's missed you, buddy. He'll get to that. But for now, he fits perfectly back into form, into the bond they've shared for so many years now. ]