#armigcr

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vc of a broken man: whatever. i’ve got muscle, too.

❝ noct !------you gotta get up. ❞

whispers are as silent as they can be while trying to wake the other from his sleep. the light hasn’t even begun to PEAK out yet, so he’s careful to respect the other’s rest while he intentionally shakes noctis awake. he’s got the perfect idea in mind for a shot ---- and a mini adventure with his best friend ---- so he’s got to get noctis awake before the sky starts to lighten.

( nonverbal memes | @armigcr​ ) [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

    ❝ noct? ❞

     from the way he answered the door, slack––––jawed with messy hair, he clearly hadn’t been expecting him. prompto spent a few TOO MANY moments studying his friend, as if trying to determine whether he thought that he was real or not? clearly, he’d determined he was, because he continued.

     ❝ thought we were meeting at your place later? ❞

     clearly, plans had changed. still, prompto hesitated. the house he shared with his parents was pretty average. it was no upscale apartment–––– & definitely no citadel–––– but, he couldn’t very well leave his best friend outside. he shifted so he wasn’t blocking the door, waving a hand to gesture him in & hoping none of his COMPLICATED feelings showed on his face.

     ❝ come on in! mi casa es su casa! ❞ 

     he was unusually nervous. he felt like the same kid who had stumbled over himself trying to get the ATTENTION of the prince. even knowing that noctis wasn’t the judgy type, he wished he had done something to fix the place up.

     ❝ wanna help me raid the pantry? we’ve got plenty of snacks, & i would’t be a good host if i let my guest go hungry. ❞

     he took a few steps towards the kitchen, suddenly PAUSING & turning on his heel.

cue noct staring at him uncomfortably waiting for him to stop talking