"No belching, no open-mouthed chewing, no inebriation, no references to any personal anatomy, no wandering around the hotel room in nothing but a hand towel and a bracelet because you can't find your pants in the disaster zone you call your luggage-" "And just to make this as brief as possible," Ignis said, ticking off items on his fingers. "Make him stooooopp," Noct moaned, as Gladio, beard still half-trimmed, hurried to gather up his mess of empty cup-noodle containers and beer bottles. "No you weren't, because you never do, but points for trying." "Hey, I was gonna get those," Gladio said, more defensive than he ever bothered to be in battle. And I'm sure this massive pile of empty meat jerky bags and protein bar wrappers over here on the table was also just airing out?" "Those were, um, airing out." Prompto said, snatching his underwear out of Ignis' hand and stuffing it into a random spot in his bag, his face beet-red. Why did you ask, Prompto? It's like a recurring nightmare. Noct's voice had joined in on the last three words, and the blankets clenched tighter, as though the occupant was trying to get himself in the fetal position. "Let's start with the obvious, shall we? I believe these are your ratty knickers on the windowsill, Prompto? Though they hardly deserve the name, seeing as how they're more like an old dishrag held together with three elastic bands." "I'm so very glad you asked," Ignis said, his gaze slicing around the room. From Noct's blankets there was a protracted groan, as at something dreaded and known all too well. "What circumstances?" Prompto asked, all innocent. "-but it cannot continue under these circumstances." let ourselves go-" Ignis Scientia had never let himself go anywhere, not without a reliable map and a good idea of when he would be back and someone to pick up his mail in the meantime, but he felt for morale it was best to include himself. "Five more minutes," said the Blanket King of Lucis. "We shall be traveling in the company of a young, impressionable, fifteen year old girl." "Far worse," Ignis said, in the sternest of tones.
"Dangerous loss of sleep," said the blankets. "More like dangerous Imperials," Gladio corrected. His voice was rather scratchy when he asked, "What is it? Are there dangerous monsters on the way to Caem?" Prompto swallowed a bite of granola bar he had forgotten to chew, and regretted it immediately. "What's new," Ignis said, tilting his glasses exactly half an inch up his nose, "is that as of today our quest has a new and complicated wrinkle, and we are going to have to adjust our behavior accordingly, or suffer the consequences." "It always looks like that," said the Noct/Blanket hybrid, somewhat muffled by nature. "Wow," Gladio said, switching off his trimmer.
Prompto paused over his duffel with a half-eaten granola bar in one hand and his socks in the other, Gladio leaned out of the bathroom door half-shaved, and the wadded-up heap of blankets and pillows on the bed made a Noct-like noise from somewhere in its depths. Ignis' voice brought all the early-morning activity in the hotel room to a halt.
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Part 1 of the Running Down a Dream - (Main Story & B-sides) series Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 73378 Chapters: 37/37 Comments: 1450 Kudos: 1983 Bookmarks: 390 Hits: 33494 traveling with your friends gives your life meaning.prompto actually prefers a boycut brief tbh.
there's something good waiting down this road.if I've gotten something wrong I'll figure it out when I get there.but I literally cannot stop writing fic about every stupid thing these guys are doing.
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