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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[quickrecipeh]

I know, I know. I'm letting him get away with these things far too easily these days.

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I mean, can't blame you.

[What with the whole "Noct's gonna die" thing.]

You're a total pushover, after all!

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Indeed I am, when it comes to the two of you. Not that either of you would listen even if I tried not to be.

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Hey, I would! You're way smarter than I am. Also? Scary.

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Scary? You still think that?

[A bit of disappointment.]

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Yeah, in the "do not piss off" way. Like my mom.

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[The mom comparison isn't new, but it's a little disheartening.]

I'll try not to mother you to death.

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[Look.]

Hey, if I die because of someone caring too much? I'm okay with that.

[quickrecipeh]

I'll smother you with my care, then.

[SIGH. But he's a little amused, at least.]

You know... not to bring up anything strange, but I appreciate knowing what you think of me. I find the longer I'm here, the more I value candor.

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Yeah?

[Settling back down again.]

I thought it was obvious before. What I thought.

[quickrecipeh]

In some ways, perhaps. And I'll admit I was rather preoccupied with Noct. Maybe I've become complacent here.

[He frowns, resting his head tentatively against Prompto's.]

But to hear them in so many words is actually refreshing.

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[And Prompto lets him. Touch really does help, and the more they lie like this the better he feels.]

Then next time you need a pick-me-up, just lemme know alright?

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[He doesn't know if it's the Bond or what, but some of his latent anxieties are starting to ebb away. He runs a hand gently along Prompto's arm, as though checking to make sure it doesn't have any changes.]

As much as I should probably tell you I'm fine, and will be fine... I'll keep that generous offer in mind.

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[There's fur that stops around his elbows, but that's been there.]

Good. I mean it, Igs.

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[He's seen the fur before, so it's not like it's shocking. But nothing else seems out of place.

A thought. He draws his fingers up into the fur and runs them back along it, in the direction of hair growth. He's... petting it. Okay.]

You've been through things I only have nightmares about. You've seen things I've come to fear, in a sense.

[He rests his chin on Prompto's shoulder.]

I'm sure we all have similar nightmares. Similar recollections. That's when I need it the most. When I wake up alone. There was something comforting about being close to all of you.

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[He's...being pet. He loves this holy shit.]

Mmm, yeah. I need to talk to Paris, see if he's cool with you guys moving in now that we're bonded...oh, but you've got Caren to worry about.

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[He likes it? Ignis will keep it up. His fingers work higher up from time to time, and he traces little pointless shapes in the fur, too.]

I don't know that Caren would want to live nearer. She appreciates her independence, I think. I'll speak with her about it, though.

[This is nice. It's so nice, it's soothing, it's comfortable. Ignis feels like they belong in situations like this, cozy and close. Maybe that's the Bond talking--he experienced it in the temporary one with Caren, after all--but... it's so lovely he can't help himself. Turning his head, he reaches up to pull Prompto's hair back from his neck slightly and presses his face into the little tuft of hair he's pulled back.]

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[Okay, now it's...not weird but not what he expected? Prompto freezes for a moment, afraid Ignis found something, but relaxes when he doesn't move.]

I mean, I have the stable?

[Bad joke, Prom.]

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Yes, I'm sure she would appreciate cuddling a chocobo in the dark of the night.

[A light chuckle, close enough to Prompto's skin that he'll surely feel the breath there.]

Do you mind if I ask you something personal?

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[He shudders--goosebumps]

Dude, you've washed my laundry. Ask anything.

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[Oh, the shudder.]

...Apologies. Should I give you some space?

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No, you're fine. Goosebumps, that's all. What's the question?

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[He mulls over how to ask this... How to... process what he's thinking. He has to choose his words carefully, because he's Ignis, because he's exacting like that.]

Have you ever had... particular feelings for someone?

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[. . .]

Gonna have to be more specific there, Iggy.

[quickrecipeh]

[Wow, no, abort abort this is actually embarrassing. But...]

An emotional attachment.