❝it’s not my fault i’m cold !!❞
he sound indignant, mock offended
as he reached over to shove at the
prince’s shoulder. not too harsh,
more of a play thing, he was allowed
to do this, right ? it was okay ?
standing from his seat, 𝓅rompto steps
closer, meaning to follow after his
friend-
but he stutters in his step, stopping at
the words and staring with wide blue
eyes. what ? where did that come
from ? his expression seemed to be
mirrored back at him from 𝓃octis’ face.
the mood of the conversation had
plummeted, and quickly.
he forced a grin, wasn’t sure if it was
obvious that it wasn’t his best, but
he’d do anything to move on from this
awkward topic.
❝h- hey !! what’s that supposed to mean !!❞
brief stumble in his words, tittering off
as he regained his bravado. resuming
his following, 𝓅rompto narrowed his
eyes and frowned.
❝you saying i’m not manly enough for you ?❞
“ I’m saying you’d probably look more like more like my girlfriend. “
prompto was good at ‘destressing’ a situation, and that was the last thought he was going to have on the whole awkward exchange. scanning the interior of the caravan only confirmed noct’s suspicions, leading to a very impromptu crossing of the prince’s arms just below his chest. one bed, one ‘ couch ‘ , and the driver & passenger seats. gladio would no doubt take the couch made of seats, and although there would be a small exchange over it, ignis would definitely insist upon sleeping up front; which he knew prompto and himself wouldn’t be able to manage, so that left the driver’s seat out of the question.
“ Though, maybe I’m not the best person to point that out. “
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