He woke up in the tent, a rock under his back. Ignis was out of the tent already and Noct had splayed out to take over his advisor's abandoned space.
As Prompto blinked up at the canvas of the tent, Gladio began to stir. "Morning," he grumbled, dragging a hand through his hair and cringing when it snagged.
"G'morning," Prompto sighed.
"Any signs of life from Sleeping Beauty?"
"What do you think?"
Gladio snorted. "Yeah, I figured." He kicked the sleeping bag open and crawled out of the tent.
After staring at the ceiling of the tent for a few more minutes, Prompto followed him.
Everything seemed…pretty normal. Eventually Noct fell out of the tent, and everything still seemed pretty normal. Everyone had the right colored eyes. Ignis was wearing glasses. No one seemed to be some sort of deity. There was no sign of Ardyn, the king, Lunafreya, or extraneous members of the Crownsguard or Kingsglaive. No one was murdering anyone, with or without gigantic statues. The only chocobos were their rentals, grazing below the haven.
And then Noct tumbled into a chair, caught Prompto around the middle as he paced absentmindedly, and tugged him down to sit on the prince's lap.
"Blanket's back in the tent," he offered as an excuse, before he turned his head to muffle a yawn against his shoulder.
Ignis and Gladio didn't seem to find it worth commenting on. Like it was normal for Noct to casually use Prompto as a teddy bear.
…Had Prompto managed to wake up in the same world twice in a row?
"You seem kinda tense," Noct observed eventually.
"Weird night," Prompto answered automatically. Still, technically, not a lie. Though at that point he was pretty sure he could just say 'weird week' and it would be the truth.
Gladio groaned. "Great. Now they're both having nightmares."
"It wasn't a nightmare!" Prompto protested. "It was just weird. There were so many chocobos, and Gladio was being romantic, and Noct was in the car for more than five minutes without falling asleep."
Noct head butted the back of Prompto's head in protest, just as Gladio scoffed, "I'm plenty romantic."
Ignis coughed delicately against one fist to mask an incredulous laugh.
Eyes narrowing sharply, Gladio threatened, "I'm throwing out all your coffee."
"Then I'm sleeping with Noct and Prompto tonight," Ignis returned without missing a beat before he lifted his mug to take a sip.
Prompto was confused.
He remained confused as he helped clean up the campsite, and as they rode the chocobos back to Wiz's place to collect the bounty for whatever they had apparently hunted the night before. (Why were there mindflayers in the woods? How did that make any sense? Did chocobos have particularly flayable minds?)
They ordered lunch, and they all cooed over the black chocobo chick for a bit while they waited for their food. He snuck a picture of Ignis petting her when he thought no one was looking, and managed to much-less-sneakily take a picture of Noct snuggling her. (She sort of disappeared against his coat, but the picture was a keeper anyway.)
Noct deposited himself on Gladio's lap when their food showed up, and the pieces started to fit together a bit more after that.
They ran a few errands for Wiz afterwards, and Ignis tossed his jacket over Prompto's shoulders as night rolled in on the ride back, the heat of the day ebbing and making it apparent that Prompto did not actually have sleeves.
When they took over the caravan for the night, Noct managed to wrangle himself, Prompto, and Ignis onto one bunk despite the bunks being too small for two people (and despite Gladio not actually throwing out any coffee). At least until Prompto fell off the bunk.
He wound up sharing a bunk with Gladio, his head pillowed on one unfairly large bicep. He was comfortable. Where he was at that specific moment, and with all four of them being a thing.
"Hey, guys?" he tried eventually, because he could still hear Noct playing on his phone. He slipped the ring off of his finger and held it up to look at it through the dim light coming through the window. "We should probably tell Dino to maybe not put this one into production."
"Is it a dud?" Gladio wondered sleepily.
"Uh--yeah," Prompto answered. "Yeah, we'll go with that."
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Re: Fill: If the Ring Fits 11/11
Date: 2017-02-18 02:26 am (UTC)As Prompto blinked up at the canvas of the tent, Gladio began to stir. "Morning," he grumbled, dragging a hand through his hair and cringing when it snagged.
"G'morning," Prompto sighed.
"Any signs of life from Sleeping Beauty?"
"What do you think?"
Gladio snorted. "Yeah, I figured." He kicked the sleeping bag open and crawled out of the tent.
After staring at the ceiling of the tent for a few more minutes, Prompto followed him.
Everything seemed…pretty normal. Eventually Noct fell out of the tent, and everything still seemed pretty normal. Everyone had the right colored eyes. Ignis was wearing glasses. No one seemed to be some sort of deity. There was no sign of Ardyn, the king, Lunafreya, or extraneous members of the Crownsguard or Kingsglaive. No one was murdering anyone, with or without gigantic statues. The only chocobos were their rentals, grazing below the haven.
And then Noct tumbled into a chair, caught Prompto around the middle as he paced absentmindedly, and tugged him down to sit on the prince's lap.
"Blanket's back in the tent," he offered as an excuse, before he turned his head to muffle a yawn against his shoulder.
Ignis and Gladio didn't seem to find it worth commenting on. Like it was normal for Noct to casually use Prompto as a teddy bear.
…Had Prompto managed to wake up in the same world twice in a row?
"You seem kinda tense," Noct observed eventually.
"Weird night," Prompto answered automatically. Still, technically, not a lie. Though at that point he was pretty sure he could just say 'weird week' and it would be the truth.
Gladio groaned. "Great. Now they're both having nightmares."
"It wasn't a nightmare!" Prompto protested. "It was just weird. There were so many chocobos, and Gladio was being romantic, and Noct was in the car for more than five minutes without falling asleep."
Noct head butted the back of Prompto's head in protest, just as Gladio scoffed, "I'm plenty romantic."
Ignis coughed delicately against one fist to mask an incredulous laugh.
Eyes narrowing sharply, Gladio threatened, "I'm throwing out all your coffee."
"Then I'm sleeping with Noct and Prompto tonight," Ignis returned without missing a beat before he lifted his mug to take a sip.
Prompto was confused.
He remained confused as he helped clean up the campsite, and as they rode the chocobos back to Wiz's place to collect the bounty for whatever they had apparently hunted the night before. (Why were there mindflayers in the woods? How did that make any sense? Did chocobos have particularly flayable minds?)
They ordered lunch, and they all cooed over the black chocobo chick for a bit while they waited for their food. He snuck a picture of Ignis petting her when he thought no one was looking, and managed to much-less-sneakily take a picture of Noct snuggling her. (She sort of disappeared against his coat, but the picture was a keeper anyway.)
Noct deposited himself on Gladio's lap when their food showed up, and the pieces started to fit together a bit more after that.
They ran a few errands for Wiz afterwards, and Ignis tossed his jacket over Prompto's shoulders as night rolled in on the ride back, the heat of the day ebbing and making it apparent that Prompto did not actually have sleeves.
When they took over the caravan for the night, Noct managed to wrangle himself, Prompto, and Ignis onto one bunk despite the bunks being too small for two people (and despite Gladio not actually throwing out any coffee). At least until Prompto fell off the bunk.
He wound up sharing a bunk with Gladio, his head pillowed on one unfairly large bicep. He was comfortable. Where he was at that specific moment, and with all four of them being a thing.
"Hey, guys?" he tried eventually, because he could still hear Noct playing on his phone. He slipped the ring off of his finger and held it up to look at it through the dim light coming through the window. "We should probably tell Dino to maybe not put this one into production."
"Is it a dud?" Gladio wondered sleepily.
"Uh--yeah," Prompto answered. "Yeah, we'll go with that."