[Prompto was so very glad he'd been alone in the town during that whole conversation because holy fucking shit Noct thought he was pretty and they were getting drunk and maybe laid. It was like all of his high school wet dreams were coming true, delivered to him a singing choir of buff angels in Cindy's "jumpsuit".
...sometimes Prompto was worried about what his brain came up with, but really if he was a bit crazy he could literally blame his childhood. And either way: Noct, privacy, and lots of booze.
Hell yeah.
Prompto makes quick work of getting good quality fruity cocktail mixers as well as food that's easy to eat and can be heated up in the hotel microwave. They don't want to get drunk on an empty stomach, after all (been there done that). He takes his bags up to his room, dives into the shower so he doesn't smell like sweat and street, and heads over to Noct's room.
And then heads back to his room because he forgot the bags.
But he's outside Noct's door before long, kicking at it since his hands are full]
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...sometimes Prompto was worried about what his brain came up with, but really if he was a bit crazy he could literally blame his childhood. And either way: Noct, privacy, and lots of booze.
Hell yeah.
Prompto makes quick work of getting good quality fruity cocktail mixers as well as food that's easy to eat and can be heated up in the hotel microwave. They don't want to get drunk on an empty stomach, after all (been there done that). He takes his bags up to his room, dives into the shower so he doesn't smell like sweat and street, and heads over to Noct's room.
And then heads back to his room because he forgot the bags.
But he's outside Noct's door before long, kicking at it since his hands are full]