[The brusque sound of Noctis' speech as he blows out and speaks at the same time, a few pitches lower than his normal mopey voice- now that is something that instinctively brings back a familiar feeling to all of this, and makes Prompto happy to hear. Or maybe it's just the high slowly rolling its way in, it's hard to tell at the moment. And when the bowl is passed back, he starts to feel the inkling of his face enter tingle-heaven, and it takes him a moment to edge the bottom of the lighter and move the ash around so that his next inhale isn't all pure fire.
Ceremoniously, he takes the next hit, enjoying it more now that the actual taste has been re-acclimated, and it's a bit too harsh. He blows out, watching the dim fog dissipate into the night air, and coughs- which leads to a spurt of laughter, and he's not sure which one is worse, because the more air he takes in the more he feels completely brain numb.
Now that it's pretty much shit tier ash, he leans forward and places it on the table in front of them. He could easily fit another bowl if they needed it, but he's not quick on the uptake to start cleaning it out. Actually, nothing really feels quick right now, and that feeling... fuck how nice it was just to have his brain slow down a bit and let the slight pang of anxiety run out of his body.]
Hey, Noct?
[He slouches more, finding himself comfortable enough to pivot and let his legs drape over the side of the armchair.]
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Ceremoniously, he takes the next hit, enjoying it more now that the actual taste has been re-acclimated, and it's a bit too harsh. He blows out, watching the dim fog dissipate into the night air, and coughs- which leads to a spurt of laughter, and he's not sure which one is worse, because the more air he takes in the more he feels completely brain numb.
Now that it's pretty much shit tier ash, he leans forward and places it on the table in front of them. He could easily fit another bowl if they needed it, but he's not quick on the uptake to start cleaning it out. Actually, nothing really feels quick right now, and that feeling... fuck how nice it was just to have his brain slow down a bit and let the slight pang of anxiety run out of his body.]
Hey, Noct?
[He slouches more, finding himself comfortable enough to pivot and let his legs drape over the side of the armchair.]
You think chocobos know that they're chocobos?