[So that's where Prompto sneaks off to sometimes... And to think all this time Noctis has been operating under the assumption that he'd just been leaving the tent to jack it in private like the rest of them.
Guy's sneakier than anyone gives him credit for, that's for sure... A quality that's definitely working in both their favors tonight. It's not that Noctis doesn't want Gladio or Ignis along for the ride, but if he's being honest a group of four very different personalities can be a little overwhelming sometimes, especially after being stuck in close quarters for hours on end. And if he's being really honest, this is kind of their thing, just his and Prompto's- a throwback to simpler times when they really could just kick back and forget about the world for a while, nights spent passing the time like... well, like normal people. Crazy, right?]
Good times, [he agrees, swiping the baggie out of the air easily and clashing a small, pleased grin of his own.
Don't mind him, he's just gonna check give the merchandise a once-over, lifting the bag to his nose for a curious sniff.]
Niiiice, [he says, tossing it back with an appreciative nod. Surely Prompto's used to his friend's spoiled asshole tendencies by now; there's no way Noct's prepping it himself.
But he's got the stuff ready at least: laid out on the folding table usually reserved for preparations of another sort, Prompto will find a variety of papers, a lighter, a soot-stained glass Cactuar... and whatever else Noct had managed to dig out of the black hole that is his bag. Ashes, ashes everywhere. TAKE YOUR PICK, DUDE.
There are snacks around somewhere too, which Noct is busying himself with locating. Let it never be said that the prince doesn't understand how division of labor works.] Man, how long's it been? Gotta be a month at least...
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Guy's sneakier than anyone gives him credit for, that's for sure... A quality that's definitely working in both their favors tonight. It's not that Noctis doesn't want Gladio or Ignis along for the ride, but if he's being honest a group of four very different personalities can be a little overwhelming sometimes, especially after being stuck in close quarters for hours on end. And if he's being really honest, this is kind of their thing, just his and Prompto's- a throwback to simpler times when they really could just kick back and forget about the world for a while, nights spent passing the time like... well, like normal people. Crazy, right?]
Good times, [he agrees, swiping the baggie out of the air easily and clashing a small, pleased grin of his own.
Don't mind him, he's just gonna check give the merchandise a once-over, lifting the bag to his nose for a curious sniff.]
Niiiice, [he says, tossing it back with an appreciative nod. Surely Prompto's used to his friend's spoiled asshole tendencies by now; there's no way Noct's prepping it himself.
But he's got the stuff ready at least: laid out on the folding table usually reserved for preparations of another sort, Prompto will find a variety of papers, a lighter, a soot-stained glass Cactuar... and whatever else Noct had managed to dig out of the black hole that is his bag. Ashes, ashes everywhere. TAKE YOUR PICK, DUDE.
There are snacks around somewhere too, which Noct is busying himself with locating. Let it never be said that the prince doesn't understand how division of labor works.] Man, how long's it been? Gotta be a month at least...