What was taking Noctis so long? Prompto could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he waited. Every moment seemed to drag on forever. If Noctis didn't hurry he would be caught up in the explosion.
"C'mon, Noctis. Come on," he whispered under his breath. After what felt like a lifetime, he saw the telltale whispers of blue. Noct was warping back. Thank the Si-- the hell?! He warped onto the other dropship?! The other exploding dropship. Oh crap. He had just blown up the Prince of Lucis. He was dead. So very dead. His life was officially over. If Ignis and Gladio didn't kill him then the King would.
His heart sank. But then Noctis appeared at his feet looking incredibly dishevelled and in need of a good shower and sleep. The yelp that escaped Prompto was less than dignified. Hey, it wasn't every day the Prince of Lucis literally fell down at your feet!
Without thinking, Prompto punched him in the shoulder none-too-lightly. "Don't you ever do that to me again!! I thought you were toast. Oh. Em. Gee. My poor heart can't take this, dude!!"
Still, he couldn't help but smile at the gift. Maybe he wasn't such a prisoner after all. Or maybe Noctis just didn't think of the possible consequences of giving a potential enemy a machine gun. Prompto accepted it with a nod and positioned himself between Noct and the back of the truck bed so he could keep watch behind them to make sure nothing followed.
The road seemed quiet for now and Prompto could finally take a moment to just breathe. He'd been running on adrenaline this whole time and now there was a moment to collect himself he couldn't stop his hands from shaking. In fact, he couldn't stop his whole body from trembling. It had been A Day™ for sure.
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"C'mon, Noctis. Come on," he whispered under his breath. After what felt like a lifetime, he saw the telltale whispers of blue. Noct was warping back. Thank the Si-- the hell?! He warped onto the other dropship?! The other exploding dropship. Oh crap. He had just blown up the Prince of Lucis. He was dead. So very dead. His life was officially over. If Ignis and Gladio didn't kill him then the King would.
His heart sank. But then Noctis appeared at his feet looking incredibly dishevelled and in need of a good shower and sleep. The yelp that escaped Prompto was less than dignified. Hey, it wasn't every day the Prince of Lucis literally fell down at your feet!
Without thinking, Prompto punched him in the shoulder none-too-lightly. "Don't you ever do that to me again!! I thought you were toast. Oh. Em. Gee. My poor heart can't take this, dude!!"
Still, he couldn't help but smile at the gift. Maybe he wasn't such a prisoner after all. Or maybe Noctis just didn't think of the possible consequences of giving a potential enemy a machine gun. Prompto accepted it with a nod and positioned himself between Noct and the back of the truck bed so he could keep watch behind them to make sure nothing followed.
The road seemed quiet for now and Prompto could finally take a moment to just breathe. He'd been running on adrenaline this whole time and now there was a moment to collect himself he couldn't stop his hands from shaking. In fact, he couldn't stop his whole body from trembling. It had been A Day™ for sure.