#skyprinced

WHEN YOUR FRIENDS B TRIFLIN’

@lockethart @skyprinced

           ❝ Because -- ❞ Ignis begins, ever equipped with reason and logic to thwart his liege’s juvenile protests, all while never missing a step to the imaginary music that guides their bodies across the marbled floor. ❝ We can’t have his royal Highness looking a helpless fool at his own wedding. ❞         

IT’S TRUE THAT HE’S NOT KNOWN FOR his  a d r o i t  social skills in general, but the tone he adopts when speaking to this guy is particularly  c u r t, understandably so. Nights in the caravan are always a little too cozy for Noct’s taste, and lodging up with a  t o t a l  stranger —– who still gives him the creeps, if he’s being honest —— doesn’t make the stay any easier. He had stepped outside for some  s p a c e, which is exactly what he’d muttered rather bluntly when Ardyn decided to join him, unknowingly or maybe completely knowingly interrupting his alone time. Icy blues look away from the  g l o w  of his phone screen & slide warily up to his unsolicited guest.

                                            “ …You mind? ”

@skyprinced

”Not at all”

The younger mans annoyance doesn’t go amiss, but to hell if Ardyn cared.

The brat prince was an amusing little creature, rather uppity for one so naive.

No matter.

Ardyn wasn’t looking to make friends after all, and regardless of Noctis distaste towards him, at this moment in time? the young man needed him.

He and his entourage were in Ardyns debts, and no amount of passive aggressive side eyes could fix that.

He comes closer, hovering just out of reach over Noctis shoulder, getting dangerously close to his personal space but just a touch out of reach to be able to have his actions called out. Teetering on annoying and arrogantly flaunting the fact he could do as he pleased.

“Are you playing a game? Your friend- what was his name again? Promptus? Promalo? The blonde boy with the camera, he showed me his high score”

Poor Prompto had been forced to buddy up with Ardyn in the back seat, clearly put out but making enough small talk to not seem rude, having no choice but to show Ardyn Kings Knight on his phone when he’d tried to play it as a diversion tactic.

            ❝  i think you mean ... mummy.  ❞  cue the TITTERING laughter. he tries to make some kind of attempt at a ‘finger gun’ gesture, but the lights keep his arms TIGHTLY trapped at his side, so he ends up looking like a caterpillar squirming inside its cocoon. well at least he finds HIMSELF entertaining.  

            ❝  um OFFENDED. i’d go for athletic, dude! i tooootally keep myself in shape & gladio’s even been teaching me to LIFT with ... wait ------- why are you making me a dating profile?! ❞

                  but judging from the INTENSELY determined glint in ignis and tifa’s eyes, he doubts he’d make it out the door like that alive.  

                     ❝  pretty sure i can smell the food court from here.  ❞  he announces, hoping to catch the attention of a SYMPATHETIC ear.  ❝  it’s totally a sign. the shopping gods are telling us to take a break -------  ❞   

              ❝  heeeey there, birthday boy … wakey-wakey!  ❞  he HOVERS over his best friend’s sleeping form, which would’ve gone completely unnoticed if not for the telltale TUFT of dark hair poking out from under the hotel comforter. prompto should know better by now than to wake a snoozing BEAST ( & he’s still got some of the bruises to prove it ), but today is different —— SPECIAL. beside himself with childlike impatience, the blond starts bouncing on his knees, shaking the SPONGEY mattress that supports them both.  

((CAN PROMPTO EVEN TWERK WITH THAT FLAT PIZZA BOOTY THO?))