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he catches yasuo’s drifting gaze, but he refrains pointing it out aloud ;  the gunsmith would be remiss to deny that yasuo is an attractive man or that as such the gaze was both flattery and compliment combined. the only recognition chamber provides is the subtlety of a sly smirk. though just as confidence enters his features, he presses his glasses gently higher upon the bridge of his nose and a mirth is swift to replace.

   he sees the truth for what it is, now: gathering firewood is an exercise in how many songs prompto can hum before the lyrics stop making sense, or how many splinters can steal hisses out of noctis. the sunset’s light spears around them in strange reds, a reminder nighttime will threaten soon. he takes a moment, however, to crouch beside his wood pile, picking at the rough skin of his fingertips with brows furrowed in mild concentration. in that moment, he hears it; prompto, calling out a halted strings of words. and noctis doesn’t look up, not immediately.  “  c’mon, we don’t got time to sightsee⸺  ”  

   instantly, he’s quieted by the camera’s shutter, and, more than that, a soft chirping. it’s high-pitched and unmistakeable, and works wonders to have his demeanor change in a blink, maybe less.

   he can see the glint of excitement in prompto’s pupil, and, however daily of an occurrence it is, the trait doesn’t get any less endearing⸺  nor do the jokes, for that matter. meaning, he meets the comparison with a stifled chuckle, briefly scrunching his nose instead of rolling his eyes.  “  uhuh. you must be preeetty happy you’re not the only chocobo-head now.  ”  careful as to not disturb the air by stepping on dry leaves, he nears the chocobo chick with his own string of coos, significantly quieter than prompto’s, but just as tender.  “  hey buddy, you lost ?  ”  the color strikes him more than its size, recalling the words of a concerned wiz: black chocobos are a rarity these days. an omen of good luck, if you ask him.  “  i say we bring it back to camp. can’t leave a chocobo chick out in the wild these days, let alone one as rare as this. i’ll call wiz tomorrow, see if we can leave it at the post.  ”  and he moves to gather the picked wood again, tucking it under his arm. 

   nodding towards prompto in an unspoken gesture of trusting him with holding the chocobo, he spares a glance to it again, an inevitable smile to pair with his half-joke,  “  well. think i’ll have to play mother chocobo for this little guy, then.  ”

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        “ hey there, honey ! ” chocolate eyes settle on them, and jessie gives a curious tilt of her head. really, she’d have thought zack to have been watching over cloud or, at least, getting some much - needed rest. he’d been through a lot. 

        “ ... didn’t expect you to swing by the bar at this hour. is the little guy doing all right ? ”

IT’S RAPUNZEL’S BIRTHDAY.  | ACCEPTING

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"happy birthday, rapunzel!" he's smiling wide, holding out a small cupcake with a candle. bedazzled and decorated with various sprinkles and other assorted colors. even her name was sloppily written on; that wasn't the what the bakery did, it was him. "this was the last at the shop! i hope you like it."

She could tell straight away that it wasn’t a PROFESSIONALLY made cupcake but remained silent about it.    

The thought  is what counted and Rapunzel appreciated that Zack even REMEMBERED her birthday.   They were  such a sweet person!   Inside and out!  

Maybe even sweeter than the sweet presented to her! “Thank you!” she beamed, happily accepting it.  

 “I just love the artistic creativity ...   I almost don’t want to eat it, it’s so pretty!” 

 Though she did take a bite out of it, the creamy frosting danced on her tongue, causing her eyes to brighten! She’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a sweet tooth.    

And was that vanilla cake??  HER FAVORITE.    “WOW...   you know, I’ve made my fair share of treats and frequently visit the bakery but this....   this is something else!”     

she was perhaps playing up her reaction a tad bit -- but knowing it was likely him who made it,  she wanted to boost his confidence! 

nero is called for different types of things by the order, their dirty work is his mission as always and well he doesn’t mind it (what can he even do about it? he wouldn’t have anywhere else to go if he said no)

there is no saying no to work, especially now with his arm, there would be no use to him if he wasn’t here so as always he is called to deal with these demons, it’s his job to deal with them but one thing he didn’t expect was the mess that was in front of him.

he remembers zack, probably the closest person he could compare to a friend who wasn’t kyrie or credo, he didn’t really bother asking how he got there, why he was even here. he remembers the cages and vaguely seeing him in one of those and nero thought maybe asking about his past would be too much so of course he didn’t, letting him say anything that he wants, not prying because of course that’s the kind of person nero is.

but he wouldn’t lie saying that he enjoyed their talks, brought some kind of normalcy to this world where he’s just supposed to be training the new people from the order, because the order knew what he was capable of, he would be of good use to them (but nero didn’t know that).

when he arrived to the area something felt wrong immediately, taking care of the demons with inhuman ease finally notices zack laying out of cover “that’s not like you to be beat by this are you alright?” no trace of blood or immediate injury, that’s good at least. 

offering his hand he did not expect to not have his hand grabbed immediately but the other thing he didn’t expect was to have his hand kissed. demon hand no less and there’s something inside of him that he can’t quite describe (is it butterflies? what would that even be?) but his cheeks grow red, for once grateful of his haircut for hiding at least a bit of it 

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❝ heh heh, it was no sweat buddy ! if anything i should be thanking you, i totally would've been dead meat without you here. ❞

zack's words make a subtle blush bloom on his cheeks, the thought of being helpful warming his chest, though he was quick to shift the praise as always. in truth, he was only able to get a few trick shots off because the other was such an amazing close range fighter. had he been alone, the blond definitely would've had to flee all together or find a safe distance away from the horde to fire accurately. if prompto actually gave himself credit, he'd admit that it came down to them simply being a good team. he sighs lightheartedly, twirling his pistol around his index finger once before holstering it.