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.

Comments

[quickrecipeh]

[Hm. Miscalculation.]

I don't know how else to say this... you're absolutely my type, in a lot of ways. Not that I only look at you in a shallow manner, please don't think that.

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[Give him a second before--yep. Oddly canine yip-squeak.]

I'm your type? Me. Holy shit.

[He's someone's type! He's Ignis's type.]

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Honestly, what did you think my type was?

[He chuckles softly.]

Not that I'd pursue you, of course. I think... your eyes are elsewhere.

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Not perky blonds, that's for sure.

[Excuse him, he's going to bask in this for a second before what Ignis says hits him.]

Back up back up. One, you'd go after me? Two, what's that supposed to me?

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I enjoy bright, energetic people. People with softly held ambition. People who enjoy my cooking.

[He smiles.]

If things were different, I might, yes. [Not addressing question two.]

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Huh.

[Baffled Prompto is baffled. People don't--he's not the guy folks crush on or are interested in. At least not where he can hear it.]

And the second bit?

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[Oh how he hates to break it to you.]

Frankly, I always thought you and Noct made a lovely duo.

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[Ignis can probably feel a little shot of...pain? Over their Bond. Poor Noct.]

I mean, aesthetics sure but...he's still in love with Lady Lunafreya, pretty sure and defs not me.

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[Oh. He didn't mean to hit the nail directly on the head like that.]

I say this as someone who sees Noct every day, and who has for most of his life and mine: He has a greater capacity for affection than he lets on. I won't pretend to be able to read his mind, but he doesn't treat anyone else the way he treats you, not even myself.

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Yeah, because I'm his best friend who he hasn't known since diapers.

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I wish I could be certain, but it isn't something he's ever talked about with me.

[Ignis just relaxes a bit back on the couch, fingers going back to stroking Prompto's furry arms.]

I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have said anything. I still think I'm correct, however.

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You usually are, but pretty sure this time you're wrong.

[But who cares? He's gonna curl closer and close his eyes.]

Besides, Noct's my best friend but not my type.

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[He really kind of... hopes he's not wrong. But he definitely won't say that. They both deserve to be happy. That's his perspective.]

What is your type, then? Buxom beauties?

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Basically "they could break me and I'd thank them".

[You know.

Exactly what he told Ignis earlier.]

Or cute geeks.

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[So. Basically. Ignis and Noct.

Wait.]

I... may have missed something. You said that earlier.

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Yeeah?

[He peeks up at Ignis.]

That a problem?

[This sure is one way to...admit that your Witch is your type??]

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[Ignis' cheeks flush slightly.]

Not a problem, no.

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[Not gonna think about that blush nope just gonna close his eyse again because maybe if he naps the awkward will go away.]

Cool...because yeah.

[Real helpful there Prompto.]

[quickrecipeh]

So, essentially, the situation is that you're my type, and I'm your type, and we're doing absolutely nothing in the vein of addressing that?

[Well. He goes back to petting again.]

How terribly productive.

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Yep.

[. . .]

D'you wanna address that?

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Potentially.

[Prompto is on his lap and he's petting him does he need a neon sign?]

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[Yes. Yes he does because he's not sure.]

...how?

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[Awkward. Alright. Let Ignis be the courageous one, as usual.]

Frankly, aren't we already? You're half sitting on my lap and I'm practically petting you.

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[. . .

Prompto just. Scoots all the way into Ignis's lap, then.]

Better?

[quickrecipeh]

[Oh.

Okay.

He runs a hand up to Prompto's hair and strokes it faintly, hesitantly. It doesn't feel weird. It feels nice. He's just also... not sure what Prompto's limit is, here. he's tolerating the petting.]

Better! We're making progress.