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prompto talks to a fluffbirb [closed]

[ The darkest hour comes before the dawn. At least, that's what Stella believes - and that's why she awakens to watch sunrises. That is, if she had managed to sleep. But after watching everything over the past two days, she barely slept last night. She'd noticed, however, her charge had been growing... hair.

A lot of hair. Almost a mane, over his shoulders and head. It didn't seem too much of a worry, however... should it be? He's felt different for the past few days. As long as it's not much, it's fine.

But she's sitting, looking out to the rising sun. ]

It still feels the same, even across the Stars.

[ She's waiting by Noctis, for Prompto. Because... she needs to talk to him, alone. And isn't this the best way? Wait for him to wake up and gently goad him until they can discuss serious matters. ]

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[Prompto crosses his arms and considers this, but it's not cause to bump his personal concern meter up from mild uncertainty.]

Weird. [That much is true.] But we've seen weirder. [For example: Toad, as a status effect. Why?] Could be something in the water.

[He rubs his own chin to see if he's got any extra growth, but, nope. Barely even stubble.]

Or maybe it's a side effect of whatever those weirdos did to bring us here. It doesn't hurt, right?

[ Yeah, he's seen weirder. Like how his mum is a Hydreigon. (She can turn back, but he's never seen it.) And Toad, of course. A faded memory, but it's one of the fragments he carries with him.

And of course, he then reaches over to touch Promptos' chin himself, leaning closer with a little smile. ] It's fine.

...Well, it's a little itchy. But if this is all that those people did, it's not too bad. [ I mean, he's been kidnapped - as has others - and brought to this strange place. But... it's okay. Really. They'll find a way back. Even if when he spends time with any of these people, he's feeling different. ] It would have been something strong.

[Whoa, hi there. Prompto blinks, startled by the touch, but then grins because this is tacitpermission to go to town in Noct's fluffy new mane. Which he does. Rubrubrubrub rub, god he loves fluffy things. REVENGE!

And it might distract Noct from the faint redness outlining the bottoms of his eyes that speak to crying a little before he got back from foraging.]

Yeah. It'd have to be, right? Summoning always is.

[That's why that burden rests always on Noctis.]

[ Not only is it fluffy, but it doesn't feel like beard hair. More like fur. Prompto might also realise...

That is a very unhappy looking Noctis. Well, mock-unhappy. Honestly, Noctis is enjoying it, but he's too cool to enjoy something like this. And that's why he remains there - before just taking a bite out of an apple.

Right in front of Prompto. He has noticed the redness himself - but honestly? He... doesn't know how to approach it. Except for a little paw at his eyes. He's been struggling, but he's trying his best. He sighs a little - even while being fluffed - and tries to give a serious look. Which is really hard right now okay.

He's never summoned before. Has he...? ]

...You doing okay?

[It definitely feels like fur. It looked like it, too, which is why Prompto was drawn to scritch it in the first place--it's not like he wants to get his fingers all up in just any guy's grill! But, still. Not as weird as Toad. Maybe Cat is just some new kind of status effect.

Prompto's drawing his hands back thoughtfully when Noct asks, and he coughs, turning away and busying himself with the eggs again. Noct, seriously--why are you letting him cook?]

Huh? What? Haha, dude, it's me. Why wouldn't I be doing okay?

[ Because Noctis would be even worse cooking. Sad, but true.

...Even if he's giving a bit of a look to the eggs. ]

You were captured. Before this.

[ He remembers that's what Prompto said by the bonfire. Looks like this is gonna be serious time for both of them - Noctis looking oddly innocent as he also watches the small eggs. Also, still a little sleepy - as he lets out a yawn. ]

[Prompto freezes and then breathes out slowly, returning to the breakfast task. No butter for the eggs, so maybe he should just heat the pan already? He talks as he works, without meeting Noct's eyes.]

Well... yeah. But, but it's okay now. I'm not captured anymore, and you're here with me. What else could a guy ever need?

[Pressing his lips together, he glances at Noct again to see if he's buying that. If he's going to ask.]

[ It's a frustrated look on his face, his gaze slightly averted. As if he's questioning what to do. For a moment, he puts a hand to the orb on his belt - no. Stella must have a reason for not being out. She can choose what she wants to do.

He has to decide... and he decides there's no better time. ]

...You could use a better friend.

[ He's noticed how different they seem to be. And he's taking it on himself, because of course he is - he must have fucked up somewhere back home. ] What a Hero I am.

[He almost drops the pan.]

What?

[Prompto sits back on his heels. Noct's obvious distress has his full attention now. What could he possibly be kicking himself like this for?]

Y-you didn't hear what Stella and I were talking about earlier, did you?

No?

[ They were... talking? Earlier? He didn't even know she knew Common, and now this? He'd need to ask her about it. He raises his voice a little, trying his best not to just flop backwards again. ]

But if you were captured - if all of this went down and I don't even remember?! That's not what a Hero does. I-- I should have been there. Nobody hurts my friends, Pokemon or man,

Oh. ...Uh.

[That's both a relief and not at all, because he has no idea how to explain this stuff. Prompto breathes out through his mouth and looks out across the field, fidgeting with his hands.]

That's. Definitely not your fault, bro. I mean, that--that it happened, and that you don't remember.

[He drags his fingers through his hair and tries to shake his thoughts physically into order.]

I'm, um. Pretty sure we're from different worlds? Somehow.

[ Other worlds. He's heard of them - but they're meant to be full of abominations and nothingness. Or Gods.

But at least Noctis is back to giving pleased looks and shifting a little closer. ]

...We're still friends, right?

[ If Prompto is from another world, that's the first thing he's concerned about. But biting his lip a little, Noctis adds: ] It'd be nice. I-- don't have many friends. There's Stella, and the other guys, and a few other Plasmas'... but that's it.

[Prompto's mouth falls open, but then he shakes his head vigorously and slaps his own leg.]

Of course we're still friends!

[He reaches over to hook his arm around Noct's shoulders, so happy that this--this is what's most important to Noct, too.]

There isn't a single thing that could change that, dude. Noctis and Prompto, together till the end! They'll have to carve it on our graves. ...Later. Much later. Like, a hundred years from now. I don't intend on having a grave any time soon, so you better not, either, okay?

[ And Noctis... begins to rub his head against Prompto, a little, smiling warmly. At least for a little, before he looks back to the eggs.

...Are they ready yet? ]

No way we're going to die. Not until we get home, at the very least. Together.

[ Congrats, you've got Noctis wanting to follow you to your home. And most likely bringing his Prompto. Because he doesn't wanna lose any friend. ]

...Guess... you'd wanna know more about my home, though. Yours doesn't have Pokemon?

[Better question: Has Prompto even started breakfast, with all the picking up and putting down and distraction of the day. He laughs a little at sleepy Noct nuzzling up to him like that--kind of like a kitty, huh?--and gets back to work. At least eggs dont take long at all.]

Pokémon, [He repeats, testing the word. It's a fun one.] Like Stella? No, nothing like that. [A smiling nod.] But we do have chocobos. Which are awesome.

[He glances back at Noct, then at the ball Stella disappeared into.]

Aaaare all Pokémon like her?

[ And as long as they don't take long - even with his kitten remaining flopped on him - Noctis will be happy. ]

Chocobo. They sound... nice. Wonder if I'll see one someday?

[ But at the other question, Noctis then... begins to fiddle with his wrist-watch. Well, it looked bigger then one and -- well, thats certainly a holographic screen. What sort of tech does this guy have? He's still remaining sleepily next to Prompto, though. ]

Stella's special. She's a Togekiss. There's over 800 different kinds. But she's the only Togekiss I've ever seen. I've got data on quite a few - after Iggy and Gladio got back from Alola, they let me copy their pictures.

[ Well, the pictures of their Rotom friend. Not as good as they could have been. ]

[And heeeere's breakfast! Eh. The eggs are kind of sticking to the pan a little, but Prompto does his best to unstick them with the spatula as he leans over to look at Noct's funny-looking wrist thing.]

Eight hundred different kinds? Whoa, dude, we're gonna be here all day.

[An idea strikes, and he looks up.]

Well, hey! It wouldn't be fair for me to ask all the questions, right? Why don't we take turns? I ask a question, you ask a question. It'll be fun and educational.

[ He did his best. And Noctis gives a little sound to himself - was that a purr? They're gonna get a little messy eating, but that's how it goes when his ninja cook friend wasn't around. ]

...Sure. That sounds nice.

[ He can learn. The Hero is meant to know a lot - and besides, it can help with that niggling feeling, right?

Even if, honestly, he has no idea why they can't stay here all day talking about their homes - what they need to catch up on. Perhaps they'll make it to town... and then he can sleep, right?

He's so curious. ] If you don't have Pokemon - are Choc-hobo [ he's still learning how to say these words ] your only creatures?

Hahaha, no. Of course not. Chocobos are just the best.

[Fact. He offers Noct first pick of the eggs so he can talk with his hands, spreading his fingers out wide.]

We have dogs and cats, and all sorts of other animals. ...And monsters. But those are kind of cool sometimes, too, as long as they're not trying to eat us. Which I guess they usually are.

[ And of course, he's taking that chance. To take one of them - and use one of the other spare pans as a plate. Cats, dogs, animals... they sounded interesting. Perhaps he can speak with them?

Before concern enters his eyes, between awkward bites. It's burned. ]

...They try and eat yo-- us regularly? Are you provoking them, Prompto.

[ He had to ask. ]

Uh, no! Why would I do that? I can't help it if we're tasty-looking snacks, dude; I'd stay out of their way if we weren't wanted fugitives with a world to save.

[Fighting monsters: Not even once, bro. Prompto tries some of his own cooking and makes a face. Aw, man, he misses Iggy.]

Well, some of 'em might not like a camera flash.

[ He's ribbing Prompto a little, as he takes another bite. Which seems quite different then the Noctis he knew... he's not being bratty. Too much, he's still making his own faces. ]

...You're a fugitive. [ Wait, is Noctis smiling at that? What the hell. He adds, after a little pause ] Um. Team Plasma - my family and guard - aren't entirely... following the laws. They're unfair to my friends.

[Prompto remembers what Stella said--that they were in the villains' role, that they were being misguided--and decides he doesn't understand enough about the situation to judge either way. Besides... whatever Noct says, goes. Prompto trusts him with his life, even if that's the life of some other Prompto.]

Hm. That seems right.

[He nods and continues to graze gamely upon the eggs, because Prompto Argentum a picky eater is not.]

We're fighting for what's right, too. My versions of us, I mean. Trying to restore light to the world and all those, you know, heroic kind of ideals.

Fighting for ideals...

[ Noctis has stopped on a certain picture, of a mural of a black dragon. And is smiling a little, even as he decides to return to his apple instead of the rest of this egg. You can have it, Prompto. ]

We'll get you back. I'm sure he'll be waiting for you - if I was your King [ which he will most likely continue to see himself as, ] I would be fighting to find you.

[ the irony, can you smell it over the burned eggs ]

...it's your turn for a question.

[Oh. That hurts. Prompto blinks and looks down, shifts, tries to commute that sudden pang into something else. He clears his throat.]

I--I know. Heheh.

[He won't give up, not ever, not until Noct comes to find him and tells him that he is the real Prompto. That he'll see past his hurt again.

Appetite dampened somewhat, Prompto picks at the egg until he comes up with a question.]

Do we have fun? I mean, between running from the law and helping everyone.

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