[The coughing fit is enough to make Noct lose his cool, subtly at first with a hand pressed over his mouth, then a bit more obviously as the silent laughter shakes his shoulders, finally reaching critical mass in the form of a series of low, uncontrollable chuckles.
If he wasn't sure where he was at before, he sure as hell is now, between quiet snickers bubbling to the surface despite his best efforts and a distinct twitch in his thighs that undeniably signals his entry into the promised land. Truth be told it probably means he went too hard too fast, but he can't be fucked to care. No, instead he lets his head loll back against the chair and just sort of spaces out for a bit, wondering how fish even happened, anyway-- until Prompto's voice penetrates his haze, that is.
And usually, Prompto's more ridiculous queries just make him laugh, but this time... This time the gravity of the question hits him like a truck and he slooooowly turns to face his friend where he's draped over his chair.]
...Dude. [...Do they know they're chocobos? What does that even mean, do they "know"? Noct slides down into his own chair, a look of deep contemplation on his face. Of course they know, they have to know. Right...?
After a moment, he frowns, clearly distressed:] What if they don't?
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If he wasn't sure where he was at before, he sure as hell is now, between quiet snickers bubbling to the surface despite his best efforts and a distinct twitch in his thighs that undeniably signals his entry into the promised land. Truth be told it probably means he went too hard too fast, but he can't be fucked to care. No, instead he lets his head loll back against the chair and just sort of spaces out for a bit, wondering how fish even happened, anyway-- until Prompto's voice penetrates his haze, that is.
And usually, Prompto's more ridiculous queries just make him laugh, but this time... This time the gravity of the question hits him like a truck and he slooooowly turns to face his friend where he's draped over his chair.]
...Dude. [...Do they know they're chocobos? What does that even mean, do they "know"? Noct slides down into his own chair, a look of deep contemplation on his face. Of course they know, they have to know. Right...?
After a moment, he frowns, clearly distressed:] What if they don't?