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FITTING FOUR GUYS into an average-sized camping tent doesn’t really allow for much s u b t l e t y, Noctis has come to realize. One of the many joys of roughing it in the g r e a t outdoors. Usually nightmares are the only thing he needs to worry about when it comes to getting a g o o d night’s sleep, but now there’s snoring & stretching & rustling & shifting -------- Noct reaches for the top of his sleeping bag, starts y a n k i n g it over his head when he feels a sudden presence move to his right. Could just be Gladio hogging all the e x t r a leg room, but through squinting eyes he watches a blond head disappear from the mouth of the tent. It’s dangerous at night, that much he knows. And in his g r o g g y stupor he has flashes of a scene most horrific... Prompto wandering a little too f a r from camp. Prompto, still half-asleep & un-attentive. Prompto, ambushed by a daemon that could rip him to s h r e d s with a single ----------
“ Prompto ------ ” he croaks, writhing from his sleeping bag & hurrying outside. He comes up from behind his f r o z e n frame, a hand tapping him brusquely on the shoulder. “ Hey, what gives? ”
