[As impatient as he'd been- which he of course realizes too late was probably a dick move on his part- he doesn't continue press as Prompto works himself up to say what he's gonna say. He actually feels a little guilty himself as he watches his friend curl up like that- a gesture that would seem completely alien and out of place on someone as exuberant as Prompto if Noct didn't know him so well- but he can't quite force the never mind out of his mouth. Because it has to be important, if it's this hard to spit out. Isn't that how everything always is...?
In any case, he nods in silent promise not to lose his cool again, noting but not drawing attention to the way Prompto can't meet his eyes... Though when all is said and done it takes him a few moments for it to sink in.]
You basically slugged someone because they were talking shit about me.
[It's obviously not a question and so it doesn't carry the burden of an answer, but Noct does look a little... Lost.
He's quiet for a bit as he tries to wrap his head around that. Prompto- honestly one of the most relaxed people he knows as far as interpersonal shit is concerned- got fed up to the point of punching someone on his behalf? Face flushing he ducks his head somewhat, lifting a hand to the back of his neck and feeling faintly embarrassed even though he can't place precisely why.]
...Wow. Wow, uh-- okay. [Killin' it. Unlike most of the people in his life Prompto has no obligation to defend him, and so even though he knows nothing good can really come of this he can't help feeling... He doesn't know. He's not happy about it, really, but he can't exactly condemn Prompto either when there's a non-zero chance that, if anyone at school had the balls to say shit to his face, he'd have done the same thing.
And as stupid a reaction on his part as it is... He also can't help appreciating the gesture for what it was, even if he has no goddamn way of articulating that in a way that says both thank you for caring and don't do that shit again in equal measure.
And so he settles for an attempt at lightening the mood instead, the least he feels he can do for the moment, especially with that pleading look Prompto's giving him. Dropping his hand to his lap he nudges at Prompto's foot with his leg and flashes him a tentative grin.] You at least get a few good hits in?
[He couldn't give a shit less about what was said- he's not deaf and every so often the whispers reach his ears whether he acknowledges it or not- but the fact remains that the guy's been begging for someone to rearrange his face since the beginning of freshman year... But forget about his own honor. If Prompto knocked a few of his teeth out he did a public service to the rest of the school and that Noct can get on board with.]
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In any case, he nods in silent promise not to lose his cool again, noting but not drawing attention to the way Prompto can't meet his eyes... Though when all is said and done it takes him a few moments for it to sink in.]
You basically slugged someone because they were talking shit about me.
[It's obviously not a question and so it doesn't carry the burden of an answer, but Noct does look a little... Lost.
He's quiet for a bit as he tries to wrap his head around that. Prompto- honestly one of the most relaxed people he knows as far as interpersonal shit is concerned- got fed up to the point of punching someone on his behalf? Face flushing he ducks his head somewhat, lifting a hand to the back of his neck and feeling faintly embarrassed even though he can't place precisely why.]
...Wow. Wow, uh-- okay. [Killin' it. Unlike most of the people in his life Prompto has no obligation to defend him, and so even though he knows nothing good can really come of this he can't help feeling... He doesn't know. He's not happy about it, really, but he can't exactly condemn Prompto either when there's a non-zero chance that, if anyone at school had the balls to say shit to his face, he'd have done the same thing.
And as stupid a reaction on his part as it is... He also can't help appreciating the gesture for what it was, even if he has no goddamn way of articulating that in a way that says both thank you for caring and don't do that shit again in equal measure.
And so he settles for an attempt at lightening the mood instead, the least he feels he can do for the moment, especially with that pleading look Prompto's giving him. Dropping his hand to his lap he nudges at Prompto's foot with his leg and flashes him a tentative grin.] You at least get a few good hits in?
[He couldn't give a shit less about what was said- he's not deaf and every so often the whispers reach his ears whether he acknowledges it or not- but the fact remains that the guy's been begging for someone to rearrange his face since the beginning of freshman year... But forget about his own honor. If Prompto knocked a few of his teeth out he did a public service to the rest of the school and that Noct can get on board with.]