"I think, perhaps, that's might well work," Ignis says, raising his brows lightly and flipping over to Facebook. He shows Prompto a picture of John in desert camo fatigues posing with a semi-automatic rifle and grinning like mad. He appears to be at an on-base firing range as there are targets in the distance. "Most of the photographs I can find of his service have him posing with a gun. You should talk to Noct about the necessity of your presence at the talks tomorrow."

Ignis pockets his phone once more and looks up at Prompto, his lips quirking up in a small, knowing smile. "Time and the patience to hold back on using your abilities likely will endear him to you as much as your shared firearms experience." He reaches up to grasp Prompto's shoulder and pull him down for a chaste, but soothing kiss. "If you could actually see to raising Noct from the dead, that would be appreciated."


The teeth get him significantly more in the mood. Gladio will be able to feel the flare of arousal. John keeps hold for a long moment, staring down at Gladio and cataloging the look of him like this. Yeah. That's good. That definitely still does it for him. It's only a moment later that the Guide is withdrawing his hand motioning for the Sentinel to rise and follow.

If John had his way, he'd be backing Gladio into the room while kissing him, but their relative heights would make that moderately challenging when he's already worn down from the day, and they need to pass through a relatively public area in the penthouse to get to the bedroom. As it is, he just leads the way, only flicking a glance over and seeing Ignis pull Prompto down close. It doesn't entirely register as a kiss given that John just doesn't think that would happen with Prompto's Sentinel around. But he'll reconsider it later, perhaps.