[Noct has too much going on to waste his time with people that don't matter to him, that's just a fact of his life... And so of course he'd like nothing more than to pummel Alec on Prompto's behalf. Hell, it'd probably feel good to vent some of his teenage frustration on someone who so clearly deserves it in general.
And he still deserves it even if Prompto threw the first punch.
...Wait, Prompto threw the first punch...? Thoroughly surprised by the admission, Noct's mouth drops open, then closes again, and then, finally:]
Seriously? Dude--
[He makes to sit down as well, but when Prompto sets the water bottle against his face like some kind of makeshift ice pack he stops mid-flop, stepping over to the freezer and sticking his hand all the way into the back where he shoves the most deplorable of frozen foods. Gotta be in here somewhere... He roots around blindly until he feels the lumpy familiarity of a specific bag and yanks it out, shaking the ice off before returning to the living room and handing it to Prompto as he settles onto the couch himself.]
Here, try these. ['These' meaning a bag of frozen peas that's probably been sitting in there since Noct moved in. Sorry, Ignis. At least he's getting some use out of them...?] And spill. What the hell happened?
[Because now he has to know. He's still pretty pissed about the thought of someone punching Prompto in the face- and yeah, also about not being there to back him up- but now he's curious too, curious about what would get Prompto of all people to get physical first.]
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And he still deserves it even if Prompto threw the first punch.
...Wait, Prompto threw the first punch...? Thoroughly surprised by the admission, Noct's mouth drops open, then closes again, and then, finally:]
Seriously? Dude--
[He makes to sit down as well, but when Prompto sets the water bottle against his face like some kind of makeshift ice pack he stops mid-flop, stepping over to the freezer and sticking his hand all the way into the back where he shoves the most deplorable of frozen foods. Gotta be in here somewhere... He roots around blindly until he feels the lumpy familiarity of a specific bag and yanks it out, shaking the ice off before returning to the living room and handing it to Prompto as he settles onto the couch himself.]
Here, try these. ['These' meaning a bag of frozen peas that's probably been sitting in there since Noct moved in. Sorry, Ignis. At least he's getting some use out of them...?] And spill. What the hell happened?
[Because now he has to know. He's still pretty pissed about the thought of someone punching Prompto in the face- and yeah, also about not being there to back him up- but now he's curious too, curious about what would get Prompto of all people to get physical first.]