Prompto hadn't expected to fall asleep so quickly, nor had he expected to fall into such a deep sleep. After all, he was in a strange place with strange people who had every reason to want to murder him. Not to mention it had been one hell of a traumatic day. But he had fallen into a deep slumber almost as soon as he closed his eyes. Exhaustion taking over after adrenaline checked out.
He stirred at Noct's awakening, taking a few seconds for his brain to catch up to exactly where he was and why. "Hm? Oh. Is it time to switch already?" His voice was thick with sleep, his hair mussed. He sat up and fingercombed it into some level of presentability. Although fresh from the shower and with no product, the blond locks hung down, framing his face. It made him look a lot younger than the styled (and blood-stained) do had done.
Prom scrubbed at his face and reached for his glasses, stifling a yawn. "Let's do it." He contemplated putting his contacts back in but thought better of it. His eyes were still quite sore and he could see well enough if something happened and his glasses broke.
He pushed himself to his feet and slunk past Ignis as best he could while trying to avoid eye contact. Yep. Ignis was definitely some kind of deadly assassin in his mind. He grabbed the packet of chips he had bought earlier from the table and pushed them against Noct's chest.
"You gotta eat, bud." Looked like Ignis had some competition in the whole mother hen thing. He grabbed his half-empty soda from the table outside, despite the fact it was now warm and flat (and possibly had bugs in it) and cradled it in his hands as he crossed towards the garage, trying to wake himself up more.
When Gladio saw Prompto walk in he was not impressed. He shot Noctis a glare. "Oh hell no. You have got to be kidding me. You really expect me to leave the safety of you and the king in the hands of some Niff punk!? The hell you even thinking, Noct? Your brain get unscrewed today?"
He folded his arms firmly across his chest, puffing himself up to full-size. Definitely looked more like a behemoth like that. In fact, behemoths were probably friendlier. "Looks like I'll just have to stay."
"Gladio, don't be ridiculous. You need some rest." Cor hoped he would be the voice of reason, but given how stubborn Gladio could be, he doubted it.
"Ridiculous? I'll tell you what's ridiculous. Putting the lives of our king and our prince in the hands of the enemy."
It hurt Prompto to hear them talk about him like that when he was right there. But he understood. He was a Niff. He was the enemy. His dad created the MT army that attacked Insomnia. These people had absolutely no reason to trust him. Even if the King could corroborate his story then was no proof that the whole thing hadn't been planned from the start. That the Empire hadn't orchestrated the whole thing to infiltrate the royal retinue. Maybe the Empire was waiting for his signal to attack.
Still, it made Prom feel so small and helpless. "You... you could tie me up if you want... Somewhere I can look out for danger and shout Noct if I see anything..."
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He stirred at Noct's awakening, taking a few seconds for his brain to catch up to exactly where he was and why. "Hm? Oh. Is it time to switch already?" His voice was thick with sleep, his hair mussed. He sat up and fingercombed it into some level of presentability. Although fresh from the shower and with no product, the blond locks hung down, framing his face. It made him look a lot younger than the styled (and blood-stained) do had done.
Prom scrubbed at his face and reached for his glasses, stifling a yawn. "Let's do it." He contemplated putting his contacts back in but thought better of it. His eyes were still quite sore and he could see well enough if something happened and his glasses broke.
He pushed himself to his feet and slunk past Ignis as best he could while trying to avoid eye contact. Yep. Ignis was definitely some kind of deadly assassin in his mind. He grabbed the packet of chips he had bought earlier from the table and pushed them against Noct's chest.
"You gotta eat, bud." Looked like Ignis had some competition in the whole mother hen thing. He grabbed his half-empty soda from the table outside, despite the fact it was now warm and flat (and possibly had bugs in it) and cradled it in his hands as he crossed towards the garage, trying to wake himself up more.
When Gladio saw Prompto walk in he was not impressed. He shot Noctis a glare. "Oh hell no. You have got to be kidding me. You really expect me to leave the safety of you and the king in the hands of some Niff punk!? The hell you even thinking, Noct? Your brain get unscrewed today?"
He folded his arms firmly across his chest, puffing himself up to full-size. Definitely looked more like a behemoth like that. In fact, behemoths were probably friendlier. "Looks like I'll just have to stay."
"Gladio, don't be ridiculous. You need some rest." Cor hoped he would be the voice of reason, but given how stubborn Gladio could be, he doubted it.
"Ridiculous? I'll tell you what's ridiculous. Putting the lives of our king and our prince in the hands of the enemy."
It hurt Prompto to hear them talk about him like that when he was right there. But he understood. He was a Niff. He was the enemy. His dad created the MT army that attacked Insomnia. These people had absolutely no reason to trust him. Even if the King could corroborate his story then was no proof that the whole thing hadn't been planned from the start. That the Empire hadn't orchestrated the whole thing to infiltrate the royal retinue. Maybe the Empire was waiting for his signal to attack.
Still, it made Prom feel so small and helpless. "You... you could tie me up if you want... Somewhere I can look out for danger and shout Noct if I see anything..."