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Prompto pouted at the prince, still waving the burger at him. “You’re not looking at the big picture here, Noct.” he pointed out, “You’re just looking at the fact I’m shoving a veggie burger at your ass. Have you considered what you can do with food besides eat it though?” He was trying to imply that he could throw it at someone. Specifically Lord of the Veggies himself, Ignis. Should he really be encouraging Noctis to throw food at people? No. Was he going to anyway? He was already on it obviously.

Love came in many forms. Encouraging bad behavior probably wasn’t a good form, but if it was mostly harmless bad behavior, then it was fine, right?

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Prompto couldn’t help the short laugh that had caught in his throat, looking down at the prince in amusement. Honestly, he had been surprised that his best friend had humored him with this..but the blond had promised that it would do wonders for his skin.

“You, my friend, are a class A whiner. It’s not even that bad!” He teased with a grin on his face. Finishing up his work before he went about cleaning up the mess around him. “It’s twenty minutes max, so you don’t have to suffer too long. Ya big baby.”

He finished off his teasing by ruffling what hair he hadn’t bobby pined back to stay out of the; quote on quote, muck.

[sumsatis]

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It’s not like Noctis holds any deep, dark, horrifying secrets - especially from Prompto. There’s been to many late night confessions, awkward walk-in’s, odd questions that couldn’t even be entrusted to the internet. But this … it still has him huffing. The sock was on the door handle for a reason; though it may not of been the one Prompto was expecting.

So, the prince huffed, eyes averted onto the floor from where they once were in the mirror. It’s not a bad reaction, but despite everything, Noctis can’t help but let the comment get underneath his skin.

“ It’s one of Iris’ old skirts … she lemme have it if I sewed it up. It got torn and, yeah. “

Prompto hummed from where he stood before stepping closer and getting a closer look. Old was definitely a word to use for it. The spot it was mended only drew attention to the slight fading of the fabric's colors and the pilling here and there. All in all, it was still perfectly wearable, but hardly the best.

"As cute as it is, you could definitely do better. Why don't you go out and get something brand new instead of hand-me-downs?" It wasn't like Noctis didn't have the means to do so, so there must have been some other sort of obstacle.

"Besides, if you're gonna get cute you might as well go all the way, right?" No sense in only going halfway.

[sumsatis]

“Smooth. Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.”

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Rolling his eyes, Prompto reached over and shoved Noctis. "Dude, shut up. You know I'm the worst with this sort of thing. I can't talk to new people. I trip all over my words. Don't bully me for it." In fact, more often than not, he stuck his foot in his mouth faster than anyone would think possible. Sometimes he said nothing at all and made himself look like an idiot in that way. Though, there was little doubt that the worst first impression he ever made was tripping (literally) and falling flat on his face. He definitely preferred not to think about that one.

"From now on, you get to handle all the introductions, Mr. Diplomatic Training."

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“Look at your neck. Look at the marks I left. You are mine. And solely mine.”

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Looking about as tired as he felt, the blond let out a loud yawn. Trying to hide it behind a sweaty hand as his gaze peered over at his bed mate. Amusement playing on his face before he nudged his head weakly against the others’.

“Oh I am, am I?” Prompto questioned playfully, his voice a little raspy from their previous activities. “So what does that make you? Shame I didn’t get to leave any of my own.”

His free hand moved down to gingerly touch at his neck, a small well of pride hitting him when he felt the marks. Peering over Noctis’ form and only barely stifling a laugh.

“Though, I must say. Scratch marks certainly do suit you too.”