[Thighs shifting automatically to accommodate the familiar push of Prompto's feet beneath them, Noctis arranges himself into his customary comfortable position as he waits for the details. He really can't think of anything that could get Prompto worked up enough to hit someone, especially considering how used to garden variety bullshit he is. Never mind how it'd been in middle school (which Noct absolutely remembers, contrary to Prompto's assumption otherwise), some of the people in their classes now are pretty nasty as a general rule.
In other words, he figures it must have been something really fucked up- about his parents, maybe, or something equally uncalled for...
The actual answer, when it comes, doesn't actually explain all that much. Noct cocks a brow and tilts his head.
Yeah, he's not buying it.]
Well that clears things right up.
[Was it something more personal, then? Something he can't even tell his best friend? Admittedly the thought bothers him a lot more than it probably should. He doesn't need to know everything, but anything important enough to punch a guy over seems like something he should know.]
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In other words, he figures it must have been something really fucked up- about his parents, maybe, or something equally uncalled for...
The actual answer, when it comes, doesn't actually explain all that much. Noct cocks a brow and tilts his head.
Yeah, he's not buying it.]
Well that clears things right up.
[Was it something more personal, then? Something he can't even tell his best friend? Admittedly the thought bothers him a lot more than it probably should. He doesn't need to know everything, but anything important enough to punch a guy over seems like something he should know.]