[Honestly, who else would it be from? ...Still, the mental image of some howdy-slinging, straw-hat wearing farm dude making illicit exchanges behind the barn is enough to make Noct's lips twitch. You just never know with some people.. Anyway, two found bags of Lestallum-brand Funyuns later and he turns his attention to the 'workstation', slouching with cheek rested in hand to watch Prompto get to it. He's just as thorough with these preparations as he would be setting up a nice pic- all narrowed-eyed concentration and enthusiastic prodding- and the sight alone is comforting in and of itself.
What a privilege, to watch a master at work. Brings a tear to the eye.]
Sounds about right. Can't believe we keep getting away with it... [He shakes his head, and then continues breezily:] Almost makes you feel bad.
[...Almost. Close but no popoto- they need this every once in a while, time to kick back and relax. Who knows when they'll get another chance.
He full-on snorts at Prompto's horrible pun--] Stop, [though he sure does take the lighter and pipe without further complaint. Dammit, it is perfect every single time. He can't even be mad.
Knowing their time is likely short Noct wastes precisely none of it... And his impatience is rewarded with a too-big hit that fills his lungs and makes his eyes water with the strain of not coughing loudly enough to wake the others.
So embarrassing.... He does his best, though, flapping a hand dramatically and gesturing for Prompto to take it from him. Man...]
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[Honestly, who else would it be from? ...Still, the mental image of some howdy-slinging, straw-hat wearing farm dude making illicit exchanges behind the barn is enough to make Noct's lips twitch. You just never know with some people.. Anyway, two found bags of Lestallum-brand Funyuns later and he turns his attention to the 'workstation', slouching with cheek rested in hand to watch Prompto get to it. He's just as thorough with these preparations as he would be setting up a nice pic- all narrowed-eyed concentration and enthusiastic prodding- and the sight alone is comforting in and of itself.
What a privilege, to watch a master at work. Brings a tear to the eye.]
Sounds about right. Can't believe we keep getting away with it... [He shakes his head, and then continues breezily:] Almost makes you feel bad.
[...Almost. Close but no popoto- they need this every once in a while, time to kick back and relax. Who knows when they'll get another chance.
He full-on snorts at Prompto's horrible pun--] Stop, [though he sure does take the lighter and pipe without further complaint. Dammit, it is perfect every single time. He can't even be mad.
Knowing their time is likely short Noct wastes precisely none of it... And his impatience is rewarded with a too-big hit that fills his lungs and makes his eyes water with the strain of not coughing loudly enough to wake the others.
So embarrassing.... He does his best, though, flapping a hand dramatically and gesturing for Prompto to take it from him. Man...]
D-damn-- [The daintiest cough.] Strong...