The second time Prompto meets Carbuncle, he's zonked out in a chair at the crown prince's kitchen table, late night study session long since run into the following day.
He dreams of chocobos that are cotton candy blue and three inches tall - delightfully different from the version on the Wonderful World of Nature special that kick-started his love of all things fluffy and feathered as a kid. He's just trying to feed them greens off of his fork when the cat-fox shows up, amiable and amused, to watch.
The third time Prompto meets Carbuncle, he's curled up in Noct's bed, arms wrapped around a pillow like it's trying to get away. Noctis is a warm, lazy sprawl pressed up along his side.
He dreams he's walking on clouds, high above the Lucian countryside - looks down and is sure he'll fall, right up until the cat-fox hops up to stand beside him. "You've got this!" says the little word bubble that pops up beside its head when it squeaks. And Prompto's surprised to find that the places too thin to hold him before now support his weight just fine.
The creature's there in his dreams every time he sleeps over at Noct's place. It's at home in green fields and dark rooms full of developing photos, in shopping malls and the metal book rack under his desk at school. It's disarmingly affectionate - squeaks at him and talks in text and images. It takes to curling up on his shoulders and pressing its damp little nose into his cheek.
Prompto only ever sends it away once.
In this dream, Noct's got him pressed up against the back wall of a game arcade, in the corner behind the pinball machine. Noct's hands are sliding up his shirt, unveiling inch after inch of bare skin; Noct's lips are on his neck.
Prompto sees the cat-fox perched on top of the touch pad for a bubblegum pink dance machine. It's looking at them, head cocked curiously to one side, and Prompto feels his face start to burn.
"Uh," he says. "Little privacy here, buddy?"
And the cat-fox squeaks at him. Above its head, an emoji of a face pops up, mouth open wide, eyes exaggeratedly shocked. Immediately after, a new one appears to take its place: a winky face.
Prompto's still sputtering, scrambling to explain, when it hops out the arcade window and leaves him to his dream.
Fill: 2/? Prompto meets Carbuncle - Prompto/Noctis or Gen
He dreams of chocobos that are cotton candy blue and three inches tall - delightfully different from the version on the Wonderful World of Nature special that kick-started his love of all things fluffy and feathered as a kid. He's just trying to feed them greens off of his fork when the cat-fox shows up, amiable and amused, to watch.
The third time Prompto meets Carbuncle, he's curled up in Noct's bed, arms wrapped around a pillow like it's trying to get away. Noctis is a warm, lazy sprawl pressed up along his side.
He dreams he's walking on clouds, high above the Lucian countryside - looks down and is sure he'll fall, right up until the cat-fox hops up to stand beside him. "You've got this!" says the little word bubble that pops up beside its head when it squeaks. And Prompto's surprised to find that the places too thin to hold him before now support his weight just fine.
The creature's there in his dreams every time he sleeps over at Noct's place. It's at home in green fields and dark rooms full of developing photos, in shopping malls and the metal book rack under his desk at school. It's disarmingly affectionate - squeaks at him and talks in text and images. It takes to curling up on his shoulders and pressing its damp little nose into his cheek.
Prompto only ever sends it away once.
In this dream, Noct's got him pressed up against the back wall of a game arcade, in the corner behind the pinball machine. Noct's hands are sliding up his shirt, unveiling inch after inch of bare skin; Noct's lips are on his neck.
Prompto sees the cat-fox perched on top of the touch pad for a bubblegum pink dance machine. It's looking at them, head cocked curiously to one side, and Prompto feels his face start to burn.
"Uh," he says. "Little privacy here, buddy?"
And the cat-fox squeaks at him. Above its head, an emoji of a face pops up, mouth open wide, eyes exaggeratedly shocked. Immediately after, a new one appears to take its place: a winky face.
Prompto's still sputtering, scrambling to explain, when it hops out the arcade window and leaves him to his dream.