[ if he's staring, prompto doesn't even pay attention because he's finally decided to strip down the rest of the way to match noct. he's kind of glad he'd remembered to wear underwear today since, a lot of the time, his jeans don't allow for that much space. anyway, his briefs are a boring sort of dark blue, and maybe it's kind of juvenile frolicking around the beach in their underwear. but it's not like he cares that much.

prompto leans back, rubbing at his chin as though he's really considering it. ]

Over this way. Probably whatever way is more comfortable for you? I dunno. I'm not the one about to be buried in sand. [ he laughs, grabbing noct's hand and drawing him just a bit closer to the water where the sand is damp but not soaked from the surf. ] Maybe on your back?