n-o-x-c-r-i-s-t-a-u-x started following you
As though Noctis had read his thoughts analogous to an open book being displayed before him, the smile in which had transitioned upon his visage had faded as twin gossamer lips had returned to its initial position. “You’re right.” A breath was relinquished, giving an illusion of a sigh before he proceeded to speak. “Nothing in life is easy… Especially mine.” A glacial acerbity was entwined within words, spewing forth with a vitreous sonority as acrimony thoughts swirled within his psyche until it was abruptly halted by the male whom stood a few feet behind him.
Feeling a sensation of a manus upon crown of his head, cerise folds parted and aquamarine irises widened as nimble digits sifted through spikes of unruly raven. A veneer of surprise was worn upon his angular countenance, but departed as soon as it had came and pallid lids hooded lustrous depths, narrowing slightly at the blonde as a puckish retort tore from the confines of his mouth. “—I didn’t know you felt concerned about my hair. Shouldn’t you worry more about yours, Prompto? You would eventually get gray hairs too.”
"Hey, just looking out for a friend!" The messy blonde laughed, patting the prince's covered shoulder a couple of times. As dark as Noctis made the mood sometimes, Prompto was usually quick to turn it in the opposite direction. Maybe that was the answer to the mystery as to how and why the two became such good friends. "And besides," He took a few stands of his obviously styled hair into the pale grasp of his skinny fingertips, "fortunately my hair is a nice light blonde. White hairs just 'kinda blend right in." Which he was very fortunate about. He was hoping that day never came. "Unlike you, 'Mr. luscious strands of mysterious midnight black.'" He remembered reading about the humorous string of words in a magazine he picked up for some light reading. Reading features on his friend were always fun as it gave the sharp shooter something to joke around with.
