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[ Despite the situation, despite the doom and gloom on the horizon, Prompto always manages to lighten the mood, and that terrible pouty impersonation of Ignis earns a delighted bark of laughter. A quick reprieve, a breath before going under. ]

That was terrible!

[ He chortles. ] Okay, okay. Let me try. [ Puffing himself up, nose in the air, Noctis uses his most posh, uppity accent. ]

You've cooked up quite the hare-brained scheme, Noct.

[ HIS IS WORSE. SORRY, IGNIS, THEY LOVE YOU. ]

[Oh, boy, it's playtime. Much to Sparky's happiness, Prompto sits right up and brings his hands out to gesture in lively fun, like everything's good again. Or at least like everything's got a chance.]

"It's clear I ought have put more food for thought in your diet, hmm."

[The words are hardly out before he's snorting and chortling again, leaning over into Noctis with a hand on his back so he can bury his laughing face in his shoulder, all relief and tension and sorrow and need bubbling out in a giggly mess.]

[ It feels almost desperate and cathartic after a fashion, this light-heartedness, tension released but not Noctis' own sorrow, the seed of which he buries carefully within himself. Sadness and pain is infectious, and Noctis loves Prompto too much to inflict it on him again.

After all, what use is there to bring down the mood now, when Prompto brightens and it feels like maybe, just maybe, there could be a glimmer of hope on the horizon. He's leaning against Prompto, seeking him out in his own ways even if he doesn't actively press forward, appreciating the simple warmth of just the both of them, enjoying a bout of jokes like they've always had. ]

"Or perhaps taught you which side your toast is buttered on.

[ But okay, this is fun. Is Ignis sneezing up a storm? Noctis is smiling, before he reverts to his usual tone. ] Can't believe he's only two years older than us, you know? It always seems like he's much older.

[ And yet, he's like them -- young, pushed out into the world and left to find their way around, tragedy nipping at their heels. ]

[They're close enough now that Sparky, spoiled child that he is, can sit in the dip between their two legs flush together. Still chuckling, Prompto just hangs off Noctis. This is where he belongs.]

I'll tell you something.

[He lifts his head and lowers his voice.]

He's saved in my contacts list as "Number #1 Mum." [Immediately, he's grabbing Noct's hands, as if their phones work here and he might text Ignis right now.] Shhh, don't tell him! Don't tell him, he'll turn me into Prompto stew!

[ Oh, this is so good! Noctis snorts in amusement, eyes bright -- the tension of the previous few moments is shed, enough that Noctis can properly appreciate this moment and their beloved Sparky, who sits in between their legs like he's always belonged there.

And perhaps he does, nestled so comfortably between their legs. He's nudging against him fondly, happy to be in such close vicinity as he challenges wickedly. After all, how often do they get moments like these anymore, when the greatest fear is Ignis turning Prompto into delicious stew? ]

Lemme see. Proof, or it's not true!

[ And so maybe Noctis wants some blackmail material on Prompto, too. ]

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