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

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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?!

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That's why the salads had effort put into them, despite knowing Noct wouldn't touch them more than to scoot them around the plate.

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Aw, Iggy! I'm touched!

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Any time. As I said, I'm rather excited when someone shows vocal appreciation for my work.

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And foodgasm noises count?

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[Snerk.]

Calling it that...

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Dude. They were totally that. I know it, you know it, Gladio gave me enough looks to know that he knew it.

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[He heaves an amused sigh.]

Quite the troublesome person, aren't you?

[Okay. Okay. Okay.

He's just going to... Reach up... and turn Prompto's face toward him slightly...]

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You say troublesome, I say exciting.

[And Prompto will let him, smiling at his own jokes.

And pray that Ignis doesn't realize that weird "thump thump" is in fact Prompto's tail. Why did he have to grow that in this month!?]

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I do agree with that, especially these days.

[He notices it, it's right there wiggling around under the blanket. But he's not really focused on it beyond registering that it's a sign of happiness. He's looking into Prompto's eyes carefully.

A pause, a thought, and he takes his glasses off, setting them aside before he returns his attention to Prompto.

Since when was he afraid to step forward and take what he wants? Oh, right. Since forever. Ignis is a nurturer, not this kind of bold. He eases things along, rather than just bluntly expressing a need or desire. In things like this, anyway. Maybe that's why he's never honestly dated anyone. He doesn't want to cheapen their friendship by doing something stupid...

Ah, he's staring at Prompto's lips while he ponders. Oops.]

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Yeah?

[He feels like there should be something more to say here but it's lost on him when Ignis takes his glasses off and Prompto can't stop the gasp that slips out. Ignis is so damn pretty with his glasses off, it's not fair.

If Ignis is lost staring at Prompto's lips, Prompto's lost just. Taking in Ignis's everything. Wish his camera worked here...]

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[Right. They're both staring. Productive!]

May I try something?

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Totally.

[They're so good at this]

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[He slides his hand under the blanket and pulls Prompto's knees up carefully, so his legs are closer, but still comfortable. It gives Ignis access to his changed legs again, and he mutters something softly, bringing the warmth back to his hand. As earlier, he runs the warm hand along Prompto's aching muscles and bones, gentle and cautious. But this time he also leans in and, pushing every comforting thought he can think into the Bond, presses his lips to the corner of Prompto's mouth.

It's brief, fleeting, but his hand keeps working even as his lips are backed away.]

How's this?