( Prompto shifts a little to put the water bottle down to take the bag of peas instead — no doubt purchased by Ignis at some point and of course never opened. He lays along the couch, head on the arm and lets his feet stick in under Noct after he sits down. Prompto rests the bag against the side of his face, his other hand moving to loosen his tie and undo the first couple buttons on his shirt. And he's quiet for a little bit, debating how best to answer Noct's question.
Prompto knows he can't outright lie or brush it off completely. Blanks would be filled in inevitably in the morning with chatter between the students. Again he feels the sting of you're a fucking idiot for letting it get so out of hand. A situation that could have just been ignored but now played right into every rumor that's floated just under the surface by him so hastily jumping to anger. Anger in Noct's defense.
His lips press together for a moment as he looks over at Noct. ) The guy's an asshole... I don't know... just didn't want to deal with it today and I got pissed. ( Why yes, that was vague. But sorry, Noct, he's not just gonna come out and say he was trash talking you and I thought that grounds to start throwing punches. )
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Prompto knows he can't outright lie or brush it off completely. Blanks would be filled in inevitably in the morning with chatter between the students. Again he feels the sting of you're a fucking idiot for letting it get so out of hand. A situation that could have just been ignored but now played right into every rumor that's floated just under the surface by him so hastily jumping to anger. Anger in Noct's defense.
His lips press together for a moment as he looks over at Noct. ) The guy's an asshole... I don't know... just didn't want to deal with it today and I got pissed. ( Why yes, that was vague. But sorry, Noct, he's not just gonna come out and say he was trash talking you and I thought that grounds to start throwing punches. )