"Yeah, you're probably right." Prompto stares across the room, not at anything in particular, just feeling a strange sort of numbness creeping into his whole body, like something is draining out of him. "...We'll find the sleepiest, laziest black chick possible and name him Noct." Then, after a pause, "or, Nocta, I guess, if it turns out to be a girl."
There's an almost smile that tries to touch his lips, thinking about the look on Noctis' face if he found out they accidentally named a girl chocobo after him. It dies, though, and instead threatens to become tears. At least it's a feeling he's familiar with, forcing those down as hard as possible, when he needs to do anything else but that. In the last ten years, there's been far too many times for him to have to deal with something on his own - a threat or his own emotions.
He's gotten better at it then he would have ever liked.
"The strongest one can be Shield, for Gladio, and the smartest one Iggy. I guess mine would be the scrawniest or something." Though years have put muscles into his chest and arms that twenty year old him had never had.
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There's an almost smile that tries to touch his lips, thinking about the look on Noctis' face if he found out they accidentally named a girl chocobo after him. It dies, though, and instead threatens to become tears. At least it's a feeling he's familiar with, forcing those down as hard as possible, when he needs to do anything else but that. In the last ten years, there's been far too many times for him to have to deal with something on his own - a threat or his own emotions.
He's gotten better at it then he would have ever liked.
"The strongest one can be Shield, for Gladio, and the smartest one Iggy. I guess mine would be the scrawniest or something." Though years have put muscles into his chest and arms that twenty year old him had never had.