[ it's a message that comes in late into the night because he can't sleep, and the stuff cor had mentioned is really eating away at him. maybe he'll get lucky and noct is unconscious to the world. ]
hey you know i've got your back right like forever and stuff
[ hey, buddy. it's your bff accidentally sending you a very filthy nude that isn't supposed to leave his personal collection, prompto on his hands and knees with his thighs parted and one of his hands between his legs. there's no text or following messages to explain, so noct gets to enjoy it for what it is without an explanation. ]
[Well. This is something. Something he didn't expect to get but something he will very much appreciate and save to his device. How to respond to it though?
Noct has never dared to take a naked picture of himself back when he was home. Here though, it's different. Prompto gets a picture in return, Noct sitting on the couch completely naked, but legs crossed. Just for the tease.]
I'd never do this But I can make an exception for you
[First- what the hell is that name of the attachment? Not even the ripest tomato can rival the red on his face. And despite being all by himself right now, Noct curls under the blanket. If you don't see blush, it doesn't exist.
Second-]
I am afraid you have mistaken me for someone else.
[Diversion tactic or no, it's working. Noctis tightens the coat around himself because it's still cold night and glares at some drunk person that had visited NP during the evening, as he types the answer.]
At work? Never do.
I can smile politely at screaming, giggling idiots for only so long.
[Noctis is definitively still awake, just arriving home from the work. He changed to sweatpants and shirt when the message arrived. What tiredness and drowsiness he felt from work is completely gone now.]
yeah, of course, are you alright? wanna meet up at the beach?
[ it's not terribly late in the evening, but it's late enough that prompto should probably be in bed. except guess what? he's cracked into some stuff he's found in his new place, and it's been just as bad as you think it is. ]
[It's been a long week. Actually, it's been a long month. A long life, if you will.
The point here is that Noctis deserves something nice. And tonight, that something nice is coming in the form of a photo.
The lighting is dim and soft, as if it were being taken by lamp or candlelight. But the expanse of white sheets and the man who currently lay atop them are all too visible.
Ezio is stretched out upon his stomach, arm cradling the pillow his face is currently smushed down into, leaving only one eye and half of that signature smirk visible. Further along inches of his bare back are revealed, followed by the round tauntness of his bare ass. And if one were to look very, very carefully, they would see the silvery white of a new scar proudly displayed on his throat.
[A very long week indeed. And a very long day at work too and Noct was feeling half-dead when he entered the shower.
If his device didn't ping in an alert that he got the message, he'd spend another thirty minutes in it.
The 'who is texting me at this hour' grumble is replaced by raised eyebrows and a small smirk. Everything about this shot is perfect. Noct licks the back of his teeth at the mark, memory too vivid of how Ezio got it.
It would be a shame not to return the favor, right?
Ezio doesn't get a written text as a response. He gets a picture of Noctis, fresh out of the shower, he didn't even dry yet, hair messy and every which way, his skin flushed from the heat of the water, making the bite on his own neck stand out as well. The picture doesn't incorporate the ass aspect... yet.]
um, hi, noctis it's kara, i have two things to ask first: i made sundaes if you want one second: i need your help, um, or opinions on something a favor, i guess
[ he doesn't know where to start with... anything. why does it always feel like they're walking on eggshells around each other these days? he frowns at his device for the longest time before sucking it up and sending a message. ]
[Honestly, it was probably mostly Noctis' fault for that. He's been avoiding people left and right, especially those that saw... the words. He hasn't left his room for a while now, just going back and forth between the kitchen, bathroom, and bed. The sound of message surprises him and he curls up in the corner of the sofa when he picks up the device to answer.]
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hey
you know i've got your back right
like forever and stuff
no subject
huh
course I know, I never doubted you
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Is everything ok?
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[text] handle: revolutionary
[text] noct.gar
[And for a FISHING rod too! Ignis will murder him...]
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1/4 i'm so sorry
asaklsa
dude
dude are you
you're not gonna believe this I CAN'T
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are you seeing this??????
this is real right
man i need someone to pinch me
can you just
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4/4
I had to use my fave "bitch plz" icon
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text; un; auditore
Perhaps we could get one together.
text, UN: Noct.Gar
It would be blasphemy not to try it. Best thing ever invented. AND you don't have to eat veggies on it
[There's veggie pizza but... yeah, not Noct's alley.]
Together huh? I'm game :)
[This sounds like a date...is it a date??
Is Ezio asking him on a date?
Or is he reading too much into this?]
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text; UN: overwatch
Felicity Smoak. How was pizza?
text; UN: Noct.Gar
Giving me your name still doesn't explain how you know I had pizza today
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text; temp un: sweet potato
text; un: noct.gar
Noct has never dared to take a naked picture of himself back when he was home. Here though, it's different. Prompto gets a picture in return, Noct sitting on the couch completely naked, but legs crossed. Just for the tease.]
I'd never do this
But I can make an exception for you
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text; un; auditore
Boyfriend.png
Re: text; un; noct.gar
Second-]
I am afraid you have mistaken me for someone else.
That is perfection, which I am not.
Do you have it with you???
[Most important question-]
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rip Noct
He'll say nice things at your funeral
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text / @inferno
Remember me?
It's Dante.
text / @noct.gar
yeah of course
what's up?
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text; un; auditore; the night of that video
No, it definitelu is.]
Enjoy yourself this afternoon?
text; un; noct.gar
At work? Never do.
I can smile politely at screaming, giggling idiots for only so long.
still awake?
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temp un: sweet potato
hey
can we meet somewhere and talk??
just uh whenever i guess
temp un: fishcakes
yeah, of course,
are you alright?
wanna meet up at the beach?
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text; UN: peregrine
What the hell happened?
text; UN: noct.gar
I am
Iggy mentioned prophecy to Prompto
So he asked me about it
I couldn't lie to him
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temp un: sweet potato 1/3 maybe
ur pretty
2/3
i mean beautiful
a perfect 9
3/3
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text; un; auditore
The point here is that Noctis deserves something nice. And tonight, that something nice is coming in the form of a photo.
The lighting is dim and soft, as if it were being taken by lamp or candlelight. But the expanse of white sheets and the man who currently lay atop them are all too visible.
Ezio is stretched out upon his stomach, arm cradling the pillow his face is currently smushed down into, leaving only one eye and half of that signature smirk visible. Further along inches of his bare back are revealed, followed by the round tauntness of his bare ass. And if one were to look very, very carefully, they would see the silvery white of a new scar proudly displayed on his throat.
Enjoy your nice thing, Noct.]
text; un; noct.gar
If his device didn't ping in an alert that he got the message, he'd spend another thirty minutes in it.
The 'who is texting me at this hour' grumble is replaced by raised eyebrows and a small smirk. Everything about this shot is perfect. Noct licks the back of his teeth at the mark, memory too vivid of how Ezio got it.
It would be a shame not to return the favor, right?
Ezio doesn't get a written text as a response. He gets a picture of Noctis, fresh out of the shower, he didn't even dry yet, hair messy and every which way, his skin flushed from the heat of the water, making the bite on his own neck stand out as well. The picture doesn't incorporate the ass aspect... yet.]
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text -> video
video
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temp un: sweet potato
hey this probably sounds stupid but
do you have like a sex wishlist??
temp un: fishcakes
Not really, didn't think about it
I just have a list of weird places I did it at
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temp un: sweet potato
hey
something happened
[ he doesn't want to type it out because if he does that means he's going to have to accept it as fact. ]
temp un: fishcakes
wht hppnd? u ok? whr r u?
d u need me to com ovr?
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temp un: sweet potato
hey this uh probably sounds weird but
what do you think about kissing??
temp un: fishcakes
it's awesome?
As in
It feels really nice and warm and everything
especially with a person you want to kiss
can I know why you're asking?
Just curious~
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text; un; auditore
If you were a browser, you would be called FireFoxy.
text; temporary un; fishcakes
Your attempt at pun is pile of carp
[Carp as in the type of fish...]
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text; un: chocobro4u ( 1/2 )
hey noct
how did the picture end up in jail?
2/2
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temp un: sweet potato
i mean later
like way later
maybe we should go out
[ not exactly how he'd wanted to start that, but whatever. it still works!! ]
temp un: fish cakes
Go out as in
hang out go out or
date go out? :)
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un: wonderland
it's kara, i have two things to ask
first: i made sundaes if you want one
second: i need your help, um, or opinions on something
a favor, i guess
( help. )
un: noct.gar
you made those?
They are amazing! I'll gladly have one, thanks!
A favor?
Sure, what's up?
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temp un: sweet potato
what are you up to right now?
feel like exploring out in the sand??
maybe we can ride a camel like in origins
[ then they could be just as awesome as bayek. you know. og assassin's style. ]
temp un: fishcakes
half dead in one of the tents
as og as it is, riding a camel in this heat is not tempting
I'll do it under one condition
and one condition only
[Get them the OG clothes, dude. Or something similar]
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text; temp un: sweet potato
hey it's me
just checking to see if you're okay
text; temp un: fish cakes
hey
I'm as good as I can be
[Wait that sounds too aggressive shit]
You?
that week was something else
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