[Prompto snorts down Noct's neck, too, and huffs fussily down it, and then rubs his frozen nose in, seeking warmth even as it just starts to return.]
Not like I'm the same as Ignis. [...] But I think it's working, too.
[So he pops back up and pecks Noct on the lips again, waits to see how that magic takes, and then does it again, peppery--no, snowflake-like kisses, soft and small and briefly, sweetly beautiful.]
That's for telling me. [Kiss.] And that's for coming to get me in Niflheim. [Kiss, kiss.] For asking me to come with you and letting me come. [A kiss at the corner of Noct's mouth.] For letting me sit shotgun 'cause I get carsick. [Up between his eyebrows, though Prompto has to rise up on his toes to reach, leaning further into Noct.] Or maybe that should've been for Gladio? Oh well. Sorry, big guy, thanks for the leg space.
[He lands back on his feet, watching Noct intently.]
Better? Warmer? [He looks down, then up.] Keep going?
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Not like I'm the same as Ignis. [...] But I think it's working, too.
[So he pops back up and pecks Noct on the lips again, waits to see how that magic takes, and then does it again, peppery--no, snowflake-like kisses, soft and small and briefly, sweetly beautiful.]
That's for telling me. [Kiss.] And that's for coming to get me in Niflheim. [Kiss, kiss.] For asking me to come with you and letting me come. [A kiss at the corner of Noct's mouth.] For letting me sit shotgun 'cause I get carsick. [Up between his eyebrows, though Prompto has to rise up on his toes to reach, leaning further into Noct.] Or maybe that should've been for Gladio? Oh well. Sorry, big guy, thanks for the leg space.
[He lands back on his feet, watching Noct intently.]
Better? Warmer? [He looks down, then up.] Keep going?