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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[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.]

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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?

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[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.

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Yay!

[He laughs.]

Six, you're warm. Like, personal space heater levels.

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I've been told it might be because of my fire magic. It could also just be the Bond.

[He smiles, nuzzling into Prompto's hair again, this time braving the tiniest press of lips to the back of his head.]

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[He is so red right now.]

Either way, I like it. Next time someone decides to freeze over the city, I'm just gonna glue myself to you if that's alright.

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[Ignis is scared to do anything else, but if Prompto feels the Bond out a bit, he'll note there's a desire there. Nothing impure, nothing scandalous, but a want of more.]

I'd be completely fine with that, though you may have to fight the others for the position.

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[He does feel it out, but he's not sure what else to do. This is...new for him.

So Prompto just curls closer.]

I'd win. Primo puppy eyes, right here.

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[Ignis wraps his arms around Prompto again, shifting slightly to a more comfortable position.]

I've long been a pushover for those eyes. No matter how much I try to resist.

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...wait, seriously? Is that why we had salads way more often than Noct could stand?!