[The cry is familiar to him, he's heard it many times before. Usually when they're in the midst of some terrible battle against monsters or daemons, and when he rounds the corner directly into Prompto's open doorway, he expects to see something that'll riddle him with anxiety. Already he feels the cool tingling of magic brimming at his fingertips, ready to summon his Engine Blade, when-
He sees Prompto there, squinting at him in the most dramatic fashion possible. Alarm fights against amusement, and Noctis just settles on looking extremely confused instead.]
Prompto? [He steps into the room, and the other should be able to feel the thread of bewilderment between them.]
II, i can't believe
He sees Prompto there, squinting at him in the most dramatic fashion possible. Alarm fights against amusement, and Noctis just settles on looking extremely confused instead.]
Prompto? [He steps into the room, and the other should be able to feel the thread of bewilderment between them.]
The hell's going on?