You're a chick, [he corrects, snickering as Prompto's chip takes a tumble into oblivion. Noctis, meanwhile, isn't so much savoring his snacks as he is jamming them into his mouth. The texture is nice and all, but the motion of lift-eat-repeat is what's really doing it for him this time around. Mechanical and mindless, and rewarding in the way that only chain-snacking while blitzed can be. Life is good.
Except, you know. They can't fly. And what kind of crap is that? Totally not fair, not even a little bit. He's the prince, he should be able to fly if he wants to- really fly, not just warp. Tipping his head back he stares up at the sky as he munches away, frowning into the darkness as if it's personally to blame for his lack of flight ability. Flying would be so cool...
Don't mind him, he's just gonna close his eyes and think really, really hard about it. Like, what if the slight breeze was all over and not just across his face? He rolls his head to the side, letting the slightly dizzy quality of his high take control, the numb pulsing in his face close enough to what he imagines his cheeks would feel like if he were soaring above their campsite instead of parked in an admittedly cozy folding chair. It's close enough, right?
Anyway, he bets the symbols cut into the ground would look cool from an aerial POV, and Ignis's hair would look extra spiny, probably. Would his hair look okay from the sky? Meh, who cares, he'd be flying. Then again, he wouldn't see his own hair, right? Not unless he went floating over some lake or something.
...A lake. A lake.]
Dude.
[He looks toward Prompto again, belatedly realizing that his best friend can't actually read his mind and that's why he's not getting any feedback on his best idea ever, and then gives the explanation no one was asking for:]
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Except, you know. They can't fly. And what kind of crap is that? Totally not fair, not even a little bit. He's the prince, he should be able to fly if he wants to- really fly, not just warp. Tipping his head back he stares up at the sky as he munches away, frowning into the darkness as if it's personally to blame for his lack of flight ability. Flying would be so cool...
Don't mind him, he's just gonna close his eyes and think really, really hard about it. Like, what if the slight breeze was all over and not just across his face? He rolls his head to the side, letting the slightly dizzy quality of his high take control, the numb pulsing in his face close enough to what he imagines his cheeks would feel like if he were soaring above their campsite instead of parked in an admittedly cozy folding chair. It's close enough, right?
Anyway, he bets the symbols cut into the ground would look cool from an aerial POV, and Ignis's hair would look extra spiny, probably. Would his hair look okay from the sky? Meh, who cares, he'd be flying. Then again, he wouldn't see his own hair, right? Not unless he went floating over some lake or something.
...A lake. A lake.]
Dude.
[He looks toward Prompto again, belatedly realizing that his best friend can't actually read his mind and that's why he's not getting any feedback on his best idea ever, and then gives the explanation no one was asking for:]
...We could go fly fishing.
["FLY" FISHING, PROMPTO...........]