[ 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?
[It's not like anyone comes around to visit the beach anyway. Little frolicking by themselves is not that bad. Eagerly, he follows after Prompto, playfully bumping into him as they walk.]
Yeah, this spot looks good!
[He taps the wet sand with his foot a little and then sits down, stretching his legs forward and leaning back on his hands.]
[ he appreciates the gesture, smiling as he knocks his shoulder right into him into return. it's almost like he's forgotten the real reason they'd come down here. ]
You're making this real easy, you know.
[ gentle banter, and maybe, just maybe, prompto has to lean down over him to kiss him before getting on his knees to begin piling sand over his legs. ]
[Noctis grins into the small peck on his lips, happily returning it. He wiggles until he feels he's sitting comfortably and then lets Prompto build a merman out of him.]
And they say dreams don't come true. Look! I'll be a merman~
[He's messing around, of course. But it's somewhat true?]
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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?
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Yeah, this spot looks good!
[He taps the wet sand with his foot a little and then sits down, stretching his legs forward and leaning back on his hands.]
All yours~
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You're making this real easy, you know.
[ gentle banter, and maybe, just maybe, prompto has to lean down over him to kiss him before getting on his knees to begin piling sand over his legs. ]
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And they say dreams don't come true. Look! I'll be a merman~
[He's messing around, of course. But it's somewhat true?]