Bonds and Talks and Chocobros, Oh My! [closed]

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Who: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, and Ignis Scientia
When: July 6th onwards
Where: Prompto's place and Noct/Iggy's place
What: Bonding needs to happen stat, but so do some important conversations.
Warnings: TBD

Starters below because there's a lot of threads about to happen here.

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[Prompto nods, and Ignis can probably pick up on a little bit of emotional turmoil right now as he considers something. He's tired. He hurts. This is the first full moon he's had a Bond for and honestly?

He just wants to cuddle. But would Ignis like that?]

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[Oh, he feels it loud and clear. He looks Prompto over and smiles faintly.]

I won't be unkind about it, whatever it is. If I can help, I want to. Sincerely.

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[...oh. Right. He can sense that now.

Prompto chuckles self-consciously and shrugs.]

I just...touch helps? And not gonna lie, I kinda miss falling asleep all on each other...

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[Ignis hears that, and looks Prompto over, considering... Then he moves to toe off his shoes.

The nest Prompto has built up on the couch is substantial, but Ignis isn't deterred. It may be an unconventional request, but he finds himself pulling up some of the blankets and edging back to the other side of the couch so he can encourage Prompto to move over and lay on him, his head on Ignis' chest or shoulder.]

Here. Come closer, if you don't mind.

[The very idea spikes some kind of emotion through Ignis, and through the Bond. It's soft, and kind, and warm.]

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Wait--seriously?

[But he moves, promptly cuddling up to Ignis and resting his head on the other's shoulder.]

You don't mind?

[If it were Noct he wouldn't have even asked. They fall asleep on each other all the damn time after gaming. But it's Iggy!]

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Not in the least.

[He speaks softly, wrapping an arm around Prompto, shifting so he can stretch his legs or make them comfortable however he must. Ignis won't mind if he himself is uncomfortable, so long as it soothes Prompto. He'll arrange the cushions and pillows a bit, wedging them here and there to support Prompto's legs and his probably aching back and hips, too.

He didn't expect to feel happy about this, but he's actually weirdly content with the closeness. It's kind of... nice. He's blaming the Bond, because it made him feel the same way about Caren when he first arrived, like he wanted what she wanted, and that being closer emotionally and physically was everything.

Maybe he's holding him a little more intimately than he should. He doesn't know.]

Is this fine? Get comfortable however you'd like, and pull the blankets up, if you care to.

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[Which he does, because cold.

And he feels that contentment, which helps him feel a little less awkward about doing this. Still awkward because it's Prompto and he's just Like That, but he does sort of snuggle closer after glancing over to make sure there's room for Noct if he shows up.]

Thanks, Iggy. Seriously.

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[Ignis feels the awkwardness, and there's guilt... Like he's done something wrong. It's a momentary flash, and he sighs softly to clear his head. Once Prompto seems relatively settled, he pulls the blankets a bit more to cover them both, then seems to settle in for the duration.]

You're very welcome. It's... cozy, isn't it?

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[Iggy, relax. Prompto is just an awkward chocobo.

Puppy.

Whatever.]

Totally. Also? I can feel your arm muscles like this and they are unfair, dude.

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[A chuckle.]

You're talking to me about intimidating and unfair arms?

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[???

He can't even hide his bafflement.]

Yeah? Dude, Gladio may have arms of stone but you can totally break me with yours and I would thank you.

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Is that so?

[Honestly he is trying not to laugh. He's so amused.]

I rather like yours. Not that I compare us, of course.

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....Iggy, my arms are sticks. There's nothing to like there!

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Mm. Perhaps I could break you, then.

[SARCASM.]

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And I'd thank you!

[He's such a loser.]

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[Trying not to laugh, he walks his fingers slowly up Prompto's arm...]

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[Prompto's given up trying not to laugh, watching Ignis's shenanigans and cracking the hell up.]

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[It's contagious. Ignis cracks up, too, his fingers resting against Prompto's bicep, his other hand ruffling the younger man's hair slightly.]

Where's my "thank you"?

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Still unbroken!

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And I could never.

[He wraps his arms a little more comfortably around Prompto and smiles, his shoulders still shaking.]

You'll never have to thank me!

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At least until the next time you make me dinner.

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That's an acceptable time to thank me, yes. I'm truly glad you appreciate my cooking, you know.

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Cooking is an art, and you are seriously a master artist Iggy. I'd be stupid not to appreciate you.

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I maintain that I'm only passionate about it because of you.

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Not Noct?

[Really?]