[Okay, now he has something to look forward too. Something cool... ice? Cooled soda? Noct will take anything. And true to his word, he doesn't move an inch until Prompto shows up. Then he rolls onto his back- and doesn't make an attempt to get up. Yet.]
[ he'd done his best to find something with ice that would stay icy until he got there, but prompto's honestly not too sure if it's still that cold. still, he enters the tent and drops the bag with the clothes he'd collected, moving to sit on the edge of the cot noct is laying on. teasing, he pulls at his clothes. ]
Need me to feel for a pulse? [ he lets his fingers creep up like he's going to press them to his neck. ]
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Not sure. You have to come in and check.
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Need me to feel for a pulse? [ he lets his fingers creep up like he's going to press them to his neck. ]