#painedprince

He considered not directing, actually. Not like Gladio needed it or anything, but if something could go from good to great, was it not his duty to make sure that happened? Grinning at his own thoughts, Prompto kept his voice just soft enough for both of them to hear. "So, Noct's got this little spot. Somewhere between the back of his neck and behind his ear. Sometimes if you rub it real softly while you're kissing, it enhances the experience." Not like it was super secret, right? Noctis seemed to like it ad all that.

"Will you stop moving?" Prompto huffed out a breath as he dropped the camera from in front of his face, the glare that he was shooting his friends direction on full display. The weather had finally stopped rising about Ifrit's Asscrack, and he wanted to take advantage of it. When Noctis offered to let him photograph the gardens, the blonde knew that he wouldn't be able to turn it down. The gardens were absoslutely beautiful and he knew the photos would turn out. As long as Noctis stopped moving when he was in the frame. "You're ruining the shot, you butthole. Now will you tilt your head back again?"

"Have you felt any sort of dizziness or lack of taste? Perhaps a sore throat?"

"Back in my day, I used to be quite the boogie woogie woogie man."

He was pretty sure they were just stalling. Which was fine by him, he was pretty sure none of them wanted to think about what would happen after they got to Altissia. But still. Couldn't he find a more interesting way to kill time?

Oh, you know what they say about guys with big feet---- but he is also a little bit slim, Noct.

--- ❝ Noctis? I'm going to Galdin tomorrow for some business. Want to come along so you can fish? ❞ Well, Somnus was going there anyway whether he'd take Noctis or not. But it wouldn't hurt to ask and have a chance to spend some time with the Prince and... multiple times grandchild and get to know him better.