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[nightcure]

if he causes trouble i won't hesitate to fight him

he can't do whatever he wants here

i won't let him.

[photoshooter]

DONT please dont

gladio adn i both hit him and he got up ike he didn't even notice noct please dont

[nightcure]

wait when did you and gladio fight him

[photoshooter]

crystal

[nightcure]

[ shit. ]

he didnt hurt you guys did he

[photoshooter]

no

[nightcure]

where are you

[photoshooter]

i don't know

[nightcure]

send me a pic of where you are

i'm gonna come find you

[photoshooter]

[Well, good hecking luck making anything out, Noct, because it looks like Prompto just took a phone picture of the middle of a godsdamned blizzard.]

[nightcure]

[ Oh my god. ]

wheres the last place u remember seeing

[photoshooter]

trees ?

[nightcure]

ok

ill try to find u

fast as i can

[photoshooter]

k

be caareful

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[nightcure]

i will

[ ... and eventually, Noctis finds him. It's hard to see in the blizzard, but Prompto will feel Noctis's hands on his arms. When he speaks, his voice is shaky, but his grip is firm.

Not enough to hurt, but to let Prompto know he's here. ]

C'mon, buddy, we need to get you moving, okay?

I can't stop

[photoshooter]

[The snow and wind aren't cold at all. The blizzard clearly isn't real; it doesn't even disperse the mist.

Prompto, on the other hand, is frozen to the touch and shivering, hands jammed into his armpits in a feeble attempt to keep warm.]

W-what? ...Noct?

nyehehehe

[nightcure]

[ Shit. Noctis takes his jacket off and puts it around Prompto's shoulders. Gently, he wraps his arms around him and coaxes him to his feet. ]

Yeah. It's me. I'm here, I'm not leaving.

[photoshooter]

[Up he goes. Prompto doesn't put up any fight.]

Oh. You're r-real this time.

[nightcure]

[ He stiffens a little. This time. But he needs to be here, be warm and present for Prompto, so he lets it go and holds him close. He rubs at Prompto's arms lightly. ]

Yeah. 'Course I am.

[ He takes a step, hoping Prompto'll walk along with him. ]

[photoshooter]

[He does. It's a relief finally to be where he belongs. He's not really thinking of much else.]

You're n... not cold?

[nightcure]

Nah, not really.

[ He keeps Prompto walking, because that's what Izunia said would help. He's still rubbing at Prompto's arms. ]

You're freezing, though.

[photoshooter]

[Well, that seems somewhat nonsensical.]

...Weird...

[But surely that's not important.]

Y-you're okay? He didn't...?

[nightcure]

I'm all good. I promise.

[ His arms tighten around Prompto, just slightly. ]

He didn't attack me or anything.

[photoshooter]

...Good.

[He exhales shakily and keeps walking, more under his own power now. Gradually, the trees start fading back in and the mist takes over the snow once more.

Prompto doesn't stop shivering.]

...Noct, I gotta sit down. My legs are all messed up.

[He feels like a flan with 1 HP left.]

[nightcure]

[ It's good that their surroundings are going back to normal. But Prompto's still cold, and Noctis can't put him down, can't quit moving until Prompto is somewhere warm and away from this place. ]

Nope.

[ And he puts his arm under Prompto's knees and lifts him up into his arms. He gives Prompto a worried look, though. ]

Is this okay?