Game Inbox - Duplicity

[nocts]

CHARACTER CONTACT ACTION / TEXT / VIDEO / VOICE Noctis here. Got a voice message? Leave it after signal.
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[nocts]

[Noct just remains where he is, fiddling with the device, playing some simplistic games on it. He's already indifferent seeing cards for a solitaire with naked women on them.

When he hears Prompto shuffling around and then asking to come in, he answers back and puts the device to the side. He doesn't look much different compared to how he looked in high school, honestly- messy hair, black sweater with too long sleeves, gray pants. With crossed legs underneath him, Noct waves Prompto in.]

Hey, you made it.

[burstmodes]

[ he gives him a careful smile, dropping the bag near the end of the bed as he crosses over and immediately joins him by sitting on the edge. for a second, he stays quiet as though he's trying to figure out what to say, but in the end, noct is his best friend and he loves him too much to just let that fade into some awkward thing. so, he leans to nudge him, his smile dropping into something softer. ]

Told ya I was gonna come. [ prompto looks him over. ] Have you been in here the whole time?

[nocts]

[Noctis smiles back, shuffling his legs a bit and taking a blanket so Prompto can sit down properly next to him. He's missed him... the week of hell was beyond nightmarish and he's missed Prompto so much he can't describe it. When Prom nudges him, he gets a nudge back.]

I... yeah. [He's never been embarrassed to admit that he spent a ton of time in the house. It's just his thing- nap the day away.] I just... wasn't up to going anywhere.

[Noct picks at the edge of his sweatpants- how does he even start to tell him that he lost the sword? Would that even matter much? He guessed it would because they are down a Royal Arm for defense and they can never get it back, but- it feels so hard.]

[burstmodes]

[ prompto already knows the answer before it even comes. it's not like it's hard to figure out anyway, especially after everything that's happened, but it's still a lot considering how things had slowly started to fall to pieces. he thinks it might have started around the time people began disappearing from duplicity, a thing he's still having a lot of difficulty accepting, even now, and because they've never been good at talking about their feelings or anything important, it had just started to build up. now, it's like dealing with an aftermath that he hadn't been there for, grateful for the touch when noct nudges him. ]

I get that. Everybody's got days where they just wanna stay in. [ the pause that follows is more on prompto's behalf than noct's, unsure if he'll find the motion comforting or not. still, he reaches out to take his hand, moving a little closer so his thigh is pressed to noct's knee. ] If you want, we can build a pillowfort and keep livin' in here for a while. Iggy probably wouldn't worry as much then.

[ it's a light comment, almost teasing, and kara can be blamed for prompto's thought about pillowforts since she'd had one permanently setup in her apartment for the longest time. ]

[nocts]

[Noctis has honestly starting to think that he brought nothing but bad luck to people around him. So, his not-so-smart brain came to the conclusion that if he's not around other people, they won't get in trouble.

Communication has always been a problem for Noct, and things like these didn't help much. While he should probably tell Prompto about the sword, it's too easy to slip into Prompto's "groove" and just go along with it.]

Am I allowed to stay in forever then? [Noct tries to laugh and his lips twitch, his hand squeezing back Prompto's. Maybe a bit too tightly than he intends. As if Prompto will disappear in jaws of that Hell.]

Pillow fort... we didn't make those in a while... yeah. Let's do it.