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  Any other circumstance, and Noctis would have been wholly more amused with the fact that Prompto had squealed than he currently was. But now, he was tired, awake, and pissed about both. With a growl, he stood up from the bed. No, he was not putting the sword away. Yes, he was advancing. âI did get my own. I just didnât commit treason with mine.â Treason? Against his friendship. Duh.
  Tactical retreats meant you had to be faster than the person you were trying to outrun. He flicked a knife from the Arminger, then underhand tossed it at the door. Thankfully, when he reappeared, he was swordless, but that stopped him no less from slamming Prompto into the wall behind him. There was a smile in his eyes that didnât meet his lips ( okay, so he was amused by this stupid event, too, but he had to make Prom sweat ), and he said, âTrumpet? Or shiner?â
âT-Treason?â Prompto sputtered a little, tripping over his own feet, jeez there were times when Noctis was a little angry but not to this extent! âC-Câmon Noct, we can talk this through buddy-!!âÂ
Before he could do anything about the flickers of blue from the corner of his eye he felt weight collide into him. Okay even though he can deny it a million times, there was no denying he shouted in surprise when Noctis pinned him. Damn Armiger, it was SO cheating.Â
Though he wasnât about to complain about the closeness his best friend got to him. Down boner. At least the choices were a little less hostile at this point, but he wasnât going to take any chances in trusting his voice, holding the trumpet up as a sign of surrender.Â











