“Wow, I can’t believe I now officially hate you,” he uttered incredulously. The teasing was one thing, and something they did to each other often enough that it hardly mattered. But this thesaurus-speak was an entirely different manner: one he would not stand for. Only Iggy was allowed to sound like a walking superiority complex manifested in a needlessly vast vocabulary. He was putting a stop to this here and now.
“Dude, you sound like as much of an ass as I make of myself daily. Please do not ever do that again. You’ll start wars instead of stopping them if that’s your way of diplomacy.”
Noctis had to snort hard through his nose, and turned his puppy eyes on Prompto despite his shit-eating grin.
“ No you don’t, otherwise I’d charge you for treason. “
His leg kicked out as he took a step, pacing in a slow circle around his friend. He made sure his back was ruler straight, despite the twinge of pain and stiffness, and folded his hands behind his back in an unmistakable sign of ‘ fuck you I’m better than you ‘ - something Noctis had learned from the best.
“ Ah, but you forget. I am making myself look like a royal- ”
Aw fuck, what was the word again?
Noctis’ brows furrowed in thought, and shit, this was harder than he looked. Despite it all, he only picked up a handful of sophisticated words: most which he had already used, or couldn’t even remember to properly pronounce.
“ like a royal ass, unlike your peasant one. “