[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse. please and... thank u
[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse. @purrom
So it would seem that the little blond was more exhausted than he let on. Legs sprawled out in front of the campfire on a blanket was his dear friend Prompto, camera clutched still in his right hand. They’d spent a day searching for lost chocobos and tending to sick ones, meaning that Prompto had taken quite a few photos and was all over the place with excitement.
Gladio and Noctis had already made their way into the tent and were snoring themselves, respectively. It was more often than not that Ignis was the last to hit the hay, as he usually was the one to tend to cleaning up their mess after dinner. Pushing up the glasses onto the bridge of his nose, Ignis decided that he couldn’t just leave Prompto fireside.
He nudged him with the tip of his boot. No response. "He is quite spent, indeed,“ Ignis mused to himself. What would be the motherly instincts that the others constantly teased him about kicked in as the older man crouched down and scooped two arms up underneath Prompto. "Up we go.” Standing tall, Ignis hauled his companion to bed and placed him comfortably beside Noctis, where he then pulled off his shoes. Finally, he draped Prompto’s favorite blanket atop his body and tucked him gently in.
“This should suffice just nicely.”