Prompto must had fallen asleep somehow, because when he opened his eyes, someone was knocking on their door and the sun had shone from outside. He gingerly rose up and rubbed his eyes as Ignis’s voice rang from the other side of the door.
“Prompto, are you awake? Please do wake Noct and we’ll have breakfast before departing back to Insomnia.”
Prompto’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering last night. He looked sideways and saw Noctis, sleeping like he was dead. He didn’t even realise when Noctis went back to their room—was it Ignis?
“Y-Yeah!” he shouted, after a few moments of silence. “Be there in a minute!”
He then turned to Noctis and shook the Prince’s shoulder. “Noct. Hey, Noct. Wake up.”
Noctis didn’t even flinch at that, so Prompto shook his shoulder harder. “Noct!”
“Mmrrgghh,” Noctis gave a murmur. “Go ‘way... Ignis...”
Prompto huffed. “Noct!” he hissed, squeezing Noctis’s cheek, and the Prince finally woke up with a jolt. He stared in confusion for a few seconds, blinking.
“Huh.”
“Noct,” Prompto repeated, catching Noctis’s attention. “Ignis wants us up. We should take a shower and get ready before they yelled at us again.” He got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. “I’ll take the shower first.”
Noctis gave him an acknowledgement hum. He quickly showered, and then kicking Noctis out of the bed again when he went back to the room and found that his friend went back to sleep.
They had finished packing up when Ignis knocked again, and then after making sure nothing was left behind, they left for breakfast and check-out. Noctis looked tired—he had been yawning even when they ate, so Prompto wondered what happened with him when he was with Lady Lunafreya.
“Headache, Noct?” Gladio snickered from across him.
“...don’t remind me,” Noctis grumbled, irritated, as he slathered the butter on his toast and took a big bite.
“I’ll get you a painkiller as soon as we get back to the Crown City, Noct,” Ignis replied, sipping his juice. “Next time, please be careful.”
Noctis didn’t answer, but he let out a soft grumble as approval. Prompto stared at the three of them in confusion.
“Guys? What happened to Noct?”
“It’s nothing, really,” Noctis waved him off. “Just... uh... picked up the wrong glass last night.”
“The wrong glass?” Prompto’s eyebrows shot up in bemusement.
Ignis and Gladio glanced at Noctis. The Prince gave them both an icy, warning glare. “Uh... It’s really nothing you have to concern yourself with, Prompto. Really,” Ignis finally said.
Gladio only shrugged when Prompto looked at him, unwilling to talk about it. Prompto pouted.
Very convincing indeed.
They departed from Galdin Quay right after breakfast and made a short stop at Longwythe to refuel and get lunch, before resuming the journey back to Insomnia. Prompto didn’t get to find out what happened to Noctis last night when he was with Lunafreya, even until Ignis dropped him off at his house. He watched the car drove away with slight disappointment.
Fill 11a/12: Noctis/Prompto, fake dating
“Prompto, are you awake? Please do wake Noct and we’ll have breakfast before departing back to Insomnia.”
Prompto’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering last night. He looked sideways and saw Noctis, sleeping like he was dead. He didn’t even realise when Noctis went back to their room—was it Ignis?
“Y-Yeah!” he shouted, after a few moments of silence. “Be there in a minute!”
He then turned to Noctis and shook the Prince’s shoulder. “Noct. Hey, Noct. Wake up.”
Noctis didn’t even flinch at that, so Prompto shook his shoulder harder. “Noct!”
“Mmrrgghh,” Noctis gave a murmur. “Go ‘way... Ignis...”
Prompto huffed. “Noct!” he hissed, squeezing Noctis’s cheek, and the Prince finally woke up with a jolt. He stared in confusion for a few seconds, blinking.
“Huh.”
“Noct,” Prompto repeated, catching Noctis’s attention. “Ignis wants us up. We should take a shower and get ready before they yelled at us again.” He got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. “I’ll take the shower first.”
Noctis gave him an acknowledgement hum. He quickly showered, and then kicking Noctis out of the bed again when he went back to the room and found that his friend went back to sleep.
They had finished packing up when Ignis knocked again, and then after making sure nothing was left behind, they left for breakfast and check-out. Noctis looked tired—he had been yawning even when they ate, so Prompto wondered what happened with him when he was with Lady Lunafreya.
“Headache, Noct?” Gladio snickered from across him.
“...don’t remind me,” Noctis grumbled, irritated, as he slathered the butter on his toast and took a big bite.
“I’ll get you a painkiller as soon as we get back to the Crown City, Noct,” Ignis replied, sipping his juice. “Next time, please be careful.”
Noctis didn’t answer, but he let out a soft grumble as approval. Prompto stared at the three of them in confusion.
“Guys? What happened to Noct?”
“It’s nothing, really,” Noctis waved him off. “Just... uh... picked up the wrong glass last night.”
“The wrong glass?” Prompto’s eyebrows shot up in bemusement.
Ignis and Gladio glanced at Noctis. The Prince gave them both an icy, warning glare. “Uh... It’s really nothing you have to concern yourself with, Prompto. Really,” Ignis finally said.
Gladio only shrugged when Prompto looked at him, unwilling to talk about it. Prompto pouted.
Very convincing indeed.
They departed from Galdin Quay right after breakfast and made a short stop at Longwythe to refuel and get lunch, before resuming the journey back to Insomnia. Prompto didn’t get to find out what happened to Noctis last night when he was with Lunafreya, even until Ignis dropped him off at his house. He watched the car drove away with slight disappointment.
Why didn’t Noctis tell him anything, something?
He sighed.
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