This entire trip's been about fifteen different varieties of awkward.
Picture this– setting off on a trip with your best friend. Sounds like a good time, yeah? It's a little bit more than a day out with a good friend when Nyx has joined their merry band for a day of... fun. Sure, Prompto, whatever you say. Noct hardly minds the guy, but this is shaping up to be one hell of an outing, all things considered.
Only nebulously aware of their day plans after having spent the majority of it in a state of semi-consciousness in the back seat, Noctis can't entirely recall Prompto's carefully arranged plans. Something about a festival. Something about lots and lots of greasy, spicy food. He might've even mentioned games, though of what variety Noctis hadn't caught onto in his borderline fugue state.
Plodding along some ways behind Prompto, Noct'll leave the enthusiasm entirely up to him.]
Heard you say that the first dozen times on the way over.
[And just how long of a walk is it to this supposed haven of fun and entertainment, anyway? Noct's willing to bet ditching the Regalia this early on wasn't entirely necessary. Learning to sleep walk might not be a terrible idea.
Noct'll end up finding something to appreciate in whatever plans Prompto has in mind, of that he's certain. This is usually how it goes whenever this guy's the one dictating the plans. Give it time, Prompto, give it time.]
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This entire trip's been about fifteen different varieties of awkward.
Picture this– setting off on a trip with your best friend. Sounds like a good time, yeah? It's a little bit more than a day out with a good friend when Nyx has joined their merry band for a day of... fun. Sure, Prompto, whatever you say. Noct hardly minds the guy, but this is shaping up to be one hell of an outing, all things considered.
Only nebulously aware of their day plans after having spent the majority of it in a state of semi-consciousness in the back seat, Noctis can't entirely recall Prompto's carefully arranged plans. Something about a festival. Something about lots and lots of greasy, spicy food. He might've even mentioned games, though of what variety Noctis hadn't caught onto in his borderline fugue state.
Plodding along some ways behind Prompto, Noct'll leave the enthusiasm entirely up to him.]
Heard you say that the first dozen times on the way over.
[And just how long of a walk is it to this supposed haven of fun and entertainment, anyway? Noct's willing to bet ditching the Regalia this early on wasn't entirely necessary. Learning to sleep walk might not be a terrible idea.
Noct'll end up finding something to appreciate in whatever plans Prompto has in mind, of that he's certain. This is usually how it goes whenever this guy's the one dictating the plans. Give it time, Prompto, give it time.]
So? Got an ETA for us?