#softbois

“Heya? Sleeping?”Prompto mock whispers to the royal lump, prodding it. Though he gets no reply for a long while.

Eventually, the duvet shifts a little, curling in silently.

“…Prom. Not in the mood.” Noctis finally mutters under the covers. His voice cracking and tense. The prince is clearly uncomfortable and on edge. Probably has been for a while.

“Its okay, I’m just gonna sit here and work on my stuff, yeah?” His friend beams and slides onto the carpeted floors with his earbuds in. Although by work, the blond meant farming his zell tree in-game because. Well, theres no because. Why do homework when you can be unlocking a new achievement? Priorities.

There was nothing but the sound of the aircon whirring as Prompto grabs the nearest fat king moogle plush in the corner of the room and flops sideways over it like its his personal nest.The light from his phone and the slight daylight peeking through the curtains the only source of light illumninating the prince’s gloomy domain.

It was awhile until Prompto feels a hot breath and soft dark hair tickling his neck. The dark caterpillar had wriggled out and watching his game. Without even looking away from his raid, Prompto reaches a hand out, fumbling to pat Noctis’ head blindly in acknowledgement. 

“…Sorry.”

“Naw.You ain’t feeling good, its okay. I geddit.”

“Mn.”

“I’m pretty sore from my run all this week for some reason, can I get a hot pack? I know Iggy keeps some.”

“Mmn.”

“Burgers sounds great about now doncha think?”

“…Double cheese.”

“Double cheese and double up bacon, more mayo, with no veggies, large soda and a big ol cheesy fries?”

“Mnn.”

“I gotcha. Can you pick a movie? Wanna watch that episode I missed last weekend ‘cus of work while we wait. Or I could farm your zenny-”

“Hands off my zell tree.”

Prompto muffles his laughs.There’s the friend he knows. Not the prince, not his Royal Highness. Just Noct, the sleepy fish nerd he likes to hang out with. 

Noctis shuffles backwards, wriggling while tugging his friend into the overly large custom bed.Before slapping a hand around his bed like an aimless octopus to dig for the tv remote in the mess. Later, both boys would be huddled under the covers with several hot compresses, all while debating over which season of Malbuddy and Friends was the best in their childhood, all while flicking through the selection of shows on Meeflix. Just friends spending the afternoon with one another. 

Prompto soon gets a notification of his order arriving. To not inconvenience the guards downstairs and the poor delivery guy, he quickly heads out to get the food. Only to find the main door unlocking softly and he’s greeted by the sight of his dad popping his head into the prince’s dark apartment.

Cor swiftly puts a finger to his lips as he shuffles inside, handing over the bags of food to his bewildered son. The boy staring at him like a Mesmenir caught in the headlights as the father raises a brow in question back at the teen. Prompto simply beams back with a soft shake of his head, earning him a quick ruffle of his hair from the older Leonis who slinks back out silently.

“…Prom?” Noctis’ voice calls out from his room and Prompto jumps before regaining his composure.

“Ah! Coming! Don’t start without me! Hey!”

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A/N: I could be mistaken, but since Noct has an old injury, ice wouldn’t work? He probably needs heat to relax the cramping muscles.Correct me if I’m wrong!