[Prompto swings both his arms back and forth, glancing away and then looking at the two of them again with a nod.]
Maybe I should go first, then. So we can test it on something that's not so... important. I mean, no one's hurt if we mess up gas, right? As long as there's no open flames, anyway.
[No one here is dying in a freak gasoline fight accident.]
[ Gas by itself isn't bad, right? Noctis ducks his head, embarrassed by his own feelings on the matter -- he should be cooler about this, probably. Be more together, but these are his best friends and maybe it's okay not to be very okay. Maybe it's okay to miss his dad and want him back. To wish for him, just to try.
What else does he have to lose? Regis can't possibly be more gone from him. Noctis nods at Prompto and Ignis, swallowing the lump in his throat. ]
[So Ignis says, regarding Prompto in particular with a long and searching look.]
Forgive me for asking, but before we move forward with this, I think it's prudent to ask. Prompto — is there something you'd rather wish for here for yourself? Something that's not just to assist on mine.
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What I mean is — I'll support you in any wish you make. I'm sure Noct will, as well. Even if it were an entirely selfish one that didn't benefit either of us at all.
[Especially if it were an entirely selfish one that didn't benefit either of them at all.]
Aw, um... [When he drops eye contact almost as soon as Ignis initiates it and shuffles his feet, Prompto looks like a schoolkid caught feeding the class hamster instead of listening.] I don't really... I've already got so much. There's Sparky, and Noct got me the Polaroid, and you're always cooking great stuff, and--and, anyway.
[He has the two of them, here. He has Summer. He has a home. Still embarrassed for some reason, he kicks slightly at the undergrowth, then shrugs.]
I guess it's like everything I want is already here. ...Except Gladio. But I'm not taking risks with the big guy.
[ Noctis flushes red, embarrassed at how he had thoroughly missed the underpinning meaning of what Prompto had said. He was so caught up in himself that he neglected his best friend.
He ducks his head now, nodding. Trust Ignis to catch on to it so quickly. ]
[Prompto fidgets a second longer before shaking his head.]
I really can't think of anything.
[What could he possibly wish for that's better than a baby chocobo, anyway? Another baby chocobo? Nah. Nobirdie's better than Sparky.
Besides, the wishes he rushes to come up with--video games, more food, home--are impossible, or would require other things to work, or are things he wants to share, anyway. On the spot, Prompto can't think of anything he wants for himself more than everyone else's happiness. He laughs suddenly, more startled by the thought than strictly amused.]
I could wish our house were bigger. Maybe it'd give us a garage to put the car in, too!
[ Noctis can't help but smile at that, faintly. It's just like Prompto to think of everyone else right? Just like him not to think of something just for himself, but one that everyone else could use and share in. ]
Bigger house sounds good.
[ He says, soft but genuine. It means more space for them, and if Flora's coming to stay, too, well, they definitely are going to need that space. ]
While you're at it, you might ask for running water included. Though that may be adding on too much for a single wish. A bigger house with modern comforts, perhaps...?
[Well, anyway. Unable to help himself, he surreptitiously reaches for Noctis, fingertips resting lightly against his spine in a soft but possessive touch as the negotiations wrap up.]
Regardless, are we settled, then? A house, the Regalia, and...
Your birthday's the farthest away, dude, so just--you know, follow your heart! You don't have to run it by us first. We're just gonna test drive this thing to make sure it doesn't, like, unleash the raging daemon hordes of winter or something. ...So here goes!
[Without further ado, Prompto hops over to the bell, rings it, and presses his hands together.
I wish--
No, just saying it in his head doesn't feel right.]
I... I wish for a bigger, more comfortable house--without damaging any of the other houses, please. ...And, uh, thank you!
[He drops his hands and bows, then bounces aside, looking up and around to see if anything's changed. Or if, like, a house is about to fall on them.]
[ Noctis is quiet, wordlessly leaning into that touch -- he knows it's some sort of comforting gesture, or a reminder that Ignis is there. He takes a breath, mulling over his options. Perhaps it wouldn't be the wisest thing to wish for his dad; he doesn't trust that this place wouldn't mess it up or bring him back wrong.
He frowns. It's difficult, this choice; and Noctis doesn't miss how Prompto is so good at this, gently giving him a way out instead of asking him to answer. He provides a good distraction, too, making his own wish and buying him the precious few seconds that Noctis so desperately needs to make his decision.
Not Regis, then, no matter how much he wants to, no matter how deeply he misses his father, he's gone, and if he wishes him here while he's still alive, who knows what damage Noctis might do to the timeline?
So he shrugs, and goes to ring the bell, too, and tries not to look like how he feels. ]
[That's not what Noctis wanted to wish for, he knows. He hopes, idly, that the mechanism of this bell accepts all wishes, both great and small, because if it insists on the heart's desire —
Well, no. The plain text of the quest didn't say that. So perhaps it'll be all right, after all.
It's his turn to step up, then, and the bell rings one last time.]
And I wish for our car — the Regalia.
[Simple. Efficient. What will come of it now, he wonders?]
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[Prompto swings both his arms back and forth, glancing away and then looking at the two of them again with a nod.]
Maybe I should go first, then. So we can test it on something that's not so... important. I mean, no one's hurt if we mess up gas, right? As long as there's no open flames, anyway.
[No one here is dying in a freak gasoline fight accident.]
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[ Gas by itself isn't bad, right? Noctis ducks his head, embarrassed by his own feelings on the matter -- he should be cooler about this, probably. Be more together, but these are his best friends and maybe it's okay not to be very okay. Maybe it's okay to miss his dad and want him back. To wish for him, just to try.
What else does he have to lose? Regis can't possibly be more gone from him. Noctis nods at Prompto and Ignis, swallowing the lump in his throat. ]
Let's try it.
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[So Ignis says, regarding Prompto in particular with a long and searching look.]
Forgive me for asking, but before we move forward with this, I think it's prudent to ask. Prompto — is there something you'd rather wish for here for yourself? Something that's not just to assist on mine.
[...]
What I mean is — I'll support you in any wish you make. I'm sure Noct will, as well. Even if it were an entirely selfish one that didn't benefit either of us at all.
[Especially if it were an entirely selfish one that didn't benefit either of them at all.]
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[He has the two of them, here. He has Summer. He has a home. Still embarrassed for some reason, he kicks slightly at the undergrowth, then shrugs.]
I guess it's like everything I want is already here. ...Except Gladio. But I'm not taking risks with the big guy.
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[ Noctis flushes red, embarrassed at how he had thoroughly missed the underpinning meaning of what Prompto had said. He was so caught up in himself that he neglected his best friend.
He ducks his head now, nodding. Trust Ignis to catch on to it so quickly. ]
Yeah, Prompto. You should wish for what you want.
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[...]
Or making one solely to please someone else. So long as we're clear on that, I've no objection to whatever wish you care to make.
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I really can't think of anything.
[What could he possibly wish for that's better than a baby chocobo, anyway? Another baby chocobo? Nah. Nobirdie's better than Sparky.
Besides, the wishes he rushes to come up with--video games, more food, home--are impossible, or would require other things to work, or are things he wants to share, anyway. On the spot, Prompto can't think of anything he wants for himself more than everyone else's happiness. He laughs suddenly, more startled by the thought than strictly amused.]
I could wish our house were bigger. Maybe it'd give us a garage to put the car in, too!
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Bigger house sounds good.
[ He says, soft but genuine. It means more space for them, and if Flora's coming to stay, too, well, they definitely are going to need that space. ]
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[Well, anyway. Unable to help himself, he surreptitiously reaches for Noctis, fingertips resting lightly against his spine in a soft but possessive touch as the negotiations wrap up.]
Regardless, are we settled, then? A house, the Regalia, and...
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[Prompto nods.]
Your birthday's the farthest away, dude, so just--you know, follow your heart! You don't have to run it by us first. We're just gonna test drive this thing to make sure it doesn't, like, unleash the raging daemon hordes of winter or something. ...So here goes!
[Without further ado, Prompto hops over to the bell, rings it, and presses his hands together.
I wish--
No, just saying it in his head doesn't feel right.]
I... I wish for a bigger, more comfortable house--without damaging any of the other houses, please. ...And, uh, thank you!
[He drops his hands and bows, then bounces aside, looking up and around to see if anything's changed. Or if, like, a house is about to fall on them.]
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He frowns. It's difficult, this choice; and Noctis doesn't miss how Prompto is so good at this, gently giving him a way out instead of asking him to answer. He provides a good distraction, too, making his own wish and buying him the precious few seconds that Noctis so desperately needs to make his decision.
Not Regis, then, no matter how much he wants to, no matter how deeply he misses his father, he's gone, and if he wishes him here while he's still alive, who knows what damage Noctis might do to the timeline?
So he shrugs, and goes to ring the bell, too, and tries not to look like how he feels. ]
I wish for a tank of gas.
[ For the Regalia. ]
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Well, no. The plain text of the quest didn't say that. So perhaps it'll be all right, after all.
It's his turn to step up, then, and the bell rings one last time.]
And I wish for our car — the Regalia.
[Simple. Efficient. What will come of it now, he wonders?]