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bakerstreet2017-02-08 09:30 am
buckingham) wrote in bakerstreet2017-02-08 09:30 am
Pfff, screw numbers, I'mma wing this. Take this whereever you want.
shiroganeheir
2017-02-08 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been an odd ride for Naoto, this strange, new situation. Falling through a TV, not to Teddie's world on the other side, but something completely different. She fell directly into the back of an open car, into a couple of people's lap. Before she could do anything, monsters attacked. From there, one thing led to another, and she found herself travelling with the group.
It didn't take long for her to bond with Noctis, finding common ground even in wildly disparate worlds. She even smiled occasionally, and made more than a few jokes.
It didn't take long for her to bond with Noctis, finding common ground even in wildly disparate worlds. She even smiled occasionally, and made more than a few jokes.
18 w/ probably a healthy dose of all of them let's be real
messofhangups
2017-02-08 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
( Getting a text from Noct wasn't really a new thing. It hadn't been for many years now. But something about this text kind of set Prompto on edge for reasons he wasn't entirely sure about. Maybe it was because there was an air of something coming down the line in the air. Noctis had been busy and distracted for a few days — which was fine, he was a Prince after all. But it had been a couple days since they'd actually talked or seen each other. So when the text came specifically saying they needed to talk, yeah, it was weird.
And every little insecurity in Prompto was on rapid fire descent as he made his way over to Noct's apartment.
He knocks, shifts his weight from foot to foot as he waits for Noct to answer. A grin when his friend does and as is custom he just sort of waltzes in without so much as waiting for the invite. After all from all the time Prompto spent in Noct's apartment over the years it felt as much as home as his own. Maybe even more so. )
What's up, dude?
And every little insecurity in Prompto was on rapid fire descent as he made his way over to Noct's apartment.
He knocks, shifts his weight from foot to foot as he waits for Noct to answer. A grin when his friend does and as is custom he just sort of waltzes in without so much as waiting for the invite. After all from all the time Prompto spent in Noct's apartment over the years it felt as much as home as his own. Maybe even more so. )
What's up, dude?
[Open to all except for 16.]
The TV thing again, really? Even with everything that goes on in his daily life, Noctis still wonders sometimes- with more amusement than distrust- if that's the real story... But while he can't say he isn't curious, he can admit that it adds something to his interest in Naoto, a mystery that'd suit her well even if she wasn't, in fact, a detective.
He's been aware of that a lot lately- his interest in her, that is. It's probably not the best time given what lies in store for him, which is one of the reasons he's been keeping quiet as can be about the whole thing. ...It's not the only reason, though; the main reason boils down to garden variety shyness. Prince or no prince, Noctis has none of the confidence in that department that, say, Gladio has, and the idea of saying anything is enough to drench him in a cold sweat and leave even his mental voice stammering embarrassingly.
So, yeah. That's where he's at, content (or not) to sit crammed in the back seat with Naoto's head on his shoulder as she dozes her way through their current trip. It's a nice enough pressure, warm and comfortable, that it's a genuine shame to wake her... But it's gotta be done.
"Hey," he says as they finally pull over- a small rest area about halfway to their actual destination, shaking his shoulder lightly to rouse her. "Break time."
He's been aware of that a lot lately- his interest in her, that is. It's probably not the best time given what lies in store for him, which is one of the reasons he's been keeping quiet as can be about the whole thing. ...It's not the only reason, though; the main reason boils down to garden variety shyness. Prince or no prince, Noctis has none of the confidence in that department that, say, Gladio has, and the idea of saying anything is enough to drench him in a cold sweat and leave even his mental voice stammering embarrassingly.
So, yeah. That's where he's at, content (or not) to sit crammed in the back seat with Naoto's head on his shoulder as she dozes her way through their current trip. It's a nice enough pressure, warm and comfortable, that it's a genuine shame to wake her... But it's gotta be done.
"Hey," he says as they finally pull over- a small rest area about halfway to their actual destination, shaking his shoulder lightly to rouse her. "Break time."
Naoto has never been good at emotion. She's been equally terrible at understanding relationships, but what she's starting to feel for Noctis is something she can't really ignore, even as much as she wants to. This isn't her world, she could disappear at any moment, and he probably has better things to do than waste his time with a random detective from another world.
However, she revels in the tiny moments she has with him, especially when they're going between their various destinations. Usually she'd be embarrassed that she fell asleep on someone, but for whatever reason, it's alright if it is him.
She wakes up quickly as he shakes her, straightening and stretching a bit. "Thank you. We have had more than a few long nights lately, and I seem to be more tired than usual."
However, she revels in the tiny moments she has with him, especially when they're going between their various destinations. Usually she'd be embarrassed that she fell asleep on someone, but for whatever reason, it's alright if it is him.
She wakes up quickly as he shakes her, straightening and stretching a bit. "Thank you. We have had more than a few long nights lately, and I seem to be more tired than usual."
[The wait between the text and the knock is maddening and characterized by as much hair-fussing and lip-biting as Noctis has been guilty of for years. However his message had stoked hot anxiety in Prompto it'd summoned just as much in Noctis, knowing as well as he does how it'd read no matter how hard he'd tried to word it as neutrally as possible, and 'just getting it out' has brought him little peace this time around. Usually content to sulk in one spot, today he can't help but pace between rooms as he tries to chill out, hands either jammed into his pockets or crossed across his chest as if the gesture can ward off the reality bomb that's just been dropped on him; truthfully, he wishes Prompto were here to distract him from... Having to talk to Prompto. About this.
So that's where he's at.
It doesn't get any easier when Prompto actually arrives, either, strolling right on in as he always does. The comfortable familiarity of his presence only adds to Noct's distress, and so while he calls out a greeting from the kitchen- and to his credit at least tries to return the grin once Prompto makes his way in- there's a good chance his overall demeanor is too tense to disguise much of anything. Prompto knows all of his tells better than anyone else, after all.]
Hey. Uh-- [Nailed it.... He moves to slouch against the counter top with a sigh, and then tries again:] Talked to my dad today. For a while.
So that's where he's at.
It doesn't get any easier when Prompto actually arrives, either, strolling right on in as he always does. The comfortable familiarity of his presence only adds to Noct's distress, and so while he calls out a greeting from the kitchen- and to his credit at least tries to return the grin once Prompto makes his way in- there's a good chance his overall demeanor is too tense to disguise much of anything. Prompto knows all of his tells better than anyone else, after all.]
Hey. Uh-- [Nailed it.... He moves to slouch against the counter top with a sigh, and then tries again:] Talked to my dad today. For a while.
( Yeah... that little attempt at a grin wasn't fooling anyone, especially Prompto. And it does absolutely nothing to settle the feeling of dread that had taken up residence in the pit of his stomach. Which was ridiculous really, because what the hell did he even have to worry about. It was Noct. What could Noct really have to say that would change anything really?
Except they weren't kids anymore... High School had come and gone and Prompto knew that things had been... changing. Noct's responsibilities shifting and he can't help but dread the day when he himself gets left behind for all that came with being the Crown Prince of Lucis.
It's a thought he tries desperately not to think about as he moves to lean against the counter across from Noct. The mention of a long talk with the King didn't much help the nerves that he was battling. But his concern over Noctis' demeanor at it all takes over and his expression softens into that concern. )
Oh yeah, something good... or? ( He's hoping for good, something that will be good for Noct, but he's not exactly holding out hope considering the way Noct looks right then. ) Let me guess, something awful and boring...
Except they weren't kids anymore... High School had come and gone and Prompto knew that things had been... changing. Noct's responsibilities shifting and he can't help but dread the day when he himself gets left behind for all that came with being the Crown Prince of Lucis.
It's a thought he tries desperately not to think about as he moves to lean against the counter across from Noct. The mention of a long talk with the King didn't much help the nerves that he was battling. But his concern over Noctis' demeanor at it all takes over and his expression softens into that concern. )
Oh yeah, something good... or? ( He's hoping for good, something that will be good for Noct, but he's not exactly holding out hope considering the way Noct looks right then. ) Let me guess, something awful and boring...
"It has been a while since we've had real beds to sleep in," he agrees, peering wistfully at the VACANCY sing flashing over this stop's motel window, then swiveling his head to frown softly at Gladio's retreating back. There's a spring in his friend's step that only comes from torturing the rest of them with a weeks' worth of camping, and he can't help but shake his head.
"At least one of us's having a good time, though." He shakes his head. He smells a mutiny coming on- only question is whether it's gonna be Noct himself or Prompto that leads the charge. Ignis might be a harder sell, but he thinks they could manage, and if Naoto's impromptu car nap is any indication she'd make four: almost a fair fight, in other words.
But that's a plot for later- for now, it's time to eat. Hopping out of the car, he gestures at the circular, somewhat dingy-looking building at the corner of the paved area, holding the door open until Naoto herself steps out.
"Crow's Nest," he offers, because now that he thinks about it he's pretty sure they haven't stopped at one since Naoto dropped in on them. "It's a chain, but there're worse ways to go." Personally... He's hoping this one has the salmon.
"At least one of us's having a good time, though." He shakes his head. He smells a mutiny coming on- only question is whether it's gonna be Noct himself or Prompto that leads the charge. Ignis might be a harder sell, but he thinks they could manage, and if Naoto's impromptu car nap is any indication she'd make four: almost a fair fight, in other words.
But that's a plot for later- for now, it's time to eat. Hopping out of the car, he gestures at the circular, somewhat dingy-looking building at the corner of the paved area, holding the door open until Naoto herself steps out.
"Crow's Nest," he offers, because now that he thinks about it he's pretty sure they haven't stopped at one since Naoto dropped in on them. "It's a chain, but there're worse ways to go." Personally... He's hoping this one has the salmon.
[Busted, huh? Probably for the best- it's not like there's anything to be gained from trying to hide it, in this case... Not that that makes it any easier to come out with it. Right now he'd give anything so that what he has to 'report' really is just the usual awful and boring stuff, the kind that he knows he needs to pay attention to but isn't quite sure what to do with or even better, the kind he can let go in one ear and out the other.
It's neither this time, though, and probably won't ever be again. The part of him that isn't desperately looking for an out understands that this is... This is it. This is what it means, what it truly means, to bear the weight of his title for real. This is only the beginning.
And he'd always imagined he'd be ready when the time came, but standing here barefoot in his apartment and struggling to put words to a situation he hasn't even come to terms with himself, he can honestly say that he isn't. He wasn't prepared for the way he feels a million miles away from his best friend, even though all he'd have to do is reach across the counter to reach him.]
Not exactly, [he starts, gripping at the edge of the counter instead, just to have something solid to orient himself against.] The Nifs sent one of their guys here with terms.
[He tries to keep the political stuff to a minimum as much as he can, but there's only so far he can go with that. Especially recently, now that his role has been steadily transitioning into a more active one despite what he knows have been his father's best efforts otherwise. Frankly Prompto probably shouldn't know as much as he does, but Noctis at least hopes it helps that this topic isn't coming completely out of left field.]
It's neither this time, though, and probably won't ever be again. The part of him that isn't desperately looking for an out understands that this is... This is it. This is what it means, what it truly means, to bear the weight of his title for real. This is only the beginning.
And he'd always imagined he'd be ready when the time came, but standing here barefoot in his apartment and struggling to put words to a situation he hasn't even come to terms with himself, he can honestly say that he isn't. He wasn't prepared for the way he feels a million miles away from his best friend, even though all he'd have to do is reach across the counter to reach him.]
Not exactly, [he starts, gripping at the edge of the counter instead, just to have something solid to orient himself against.] The Nifs sent one of their guys here with terms.
[He tries to keep the political stuff to a minimum as much as he can, but there's only so far he can go with that. Especially recently, now that his role has been steadily transitioning into a more active one despite what he knows have been his father's best efforts otherwise. Frankly Prompto probably shouldn't know as much as he does, but Noctis at least hopes it helps that this topic isn't coming completely out of left field.]
( His lips press together as he watches Noct, and Prompto can see the weight of whatever happened today on his friend. The struggle on his face as he tries to work through whatever it is. And before he even realizes it, he's moving across the space to stand next to Noctis. He leans back against the counter next to him, lets his own hands curl along the counter too. Close, pinkies touching, those little steps over the thing known as personal space. But that wasn't anything new for them really.
At the mention of the Nifs coming over with terms, he stiffens slightly. He's used to the panic it sends down his spine, used to the way his skin starts to crawl — how his mind immediately goes to worst case scenario of Noctis knows. But he's used to it enough to let it pass quickly. After all there were more pressing matters with the Empire than his own story.
He lets his shoulder press against Noct's gently as he looks to him at his side. )
What kind of terms?
At the mention of the Nifs coming over with terms, he stiffens slightly. He's used to the panic it sends down his spine, used to the way his skin starts to crawl — how his mind immediately goes to worst case scenario of Noctis knows. But he's used to it enough to let it pass quickly. After all there were more pressing matters with the Empire than his own story.
He lets his shoulder press against Noct's gently as he looks to him at his side. )
What kind of terms?
"Yes, we have." Naoto makes a face, stretching a bit. Sure, this wasn't her bed at home, but it wasn't even the terrible futons that she's slept on in some Tokyo hotels. Camping has never been her thing, and she glances longingly at the motel sign as well. The thought of an actual bed sounds fantastic, and she sighs. "I am getting more than a bit tired of camping, to be frank."
She makes a face, and steps out of the car easily, glancing over where he's pointing. If there's one thing she knows, it's not to judge an eating establishment by its exterior. She nods at his words, but smiles. "That sounds good to me. Right now, I could eat about anything."
She makes a face, and steps out of the car easily, glancing over where he's pointing. If there's one thing she knows, it's not to judge an eating establishment by its exterior. She nods at his words, but smiles. "That sounds good to me. Right now, I could eat about anything."
[ paladins welcome, crosscanon encouraged. ]
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