High School Drama

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He'd done it. On the third day of school - Prompto hadn't been quite brave enough for the first - he walked up behind the prince of Lucis and smacked him on the back.

He hadn't been beheaded, but instead befriended.

Now they spent their afternoons often shirking Noct's various duties, frequently at the arcade where Noct liked to choose.

Prompto thought it was fun, but expensive. If he pinched his allowance he could swing it.

His favourite machine was the first person shooter. Prompto was nearly unstoppable.

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It's no fair when you have a way to cheat

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He jumped up and down slightly because he beat his high score handily. "Yes!" It was a pattern, really, and they played this game over and over again.

He looked surprised by Noct's offhand comment. "Oh man, I don't know. Where would I even get one?"

Prompto paused, he had a problem where almost anything Noct said he just agreed to do. He'd do anything for Noctis, even his whims. He probably should consider what that meant.

"I mean, uh, I've never used one. It's probably way different."

:> (guess who finally found this thread again. spoilers: it me)

[warpstriking]

"Yeah, definitely. These don't have a kick to them." After all, part of his own training was getting used to the feel of as many weapons as possible. Firearms were one part of the arsenal he's had to familiarize himself with, even if he's not so great at using them. He prefers getting up close and personal a little too much for fighting at a distance to be even remotely comfortable with them.

Which, in hindsight, likely doesn't help how poorly he does at FPS games. Still, Noctis shrugs. Prompto, you're talking to the crown prince. He could probably lend a certain someone one for a brief period of time. At a firing range. Because hell no would he condone firing one elsewhere unless the situation demanded it.

I Hope You Brought Starbucks.

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Prompto hummed thoughtfully and put the gun controller away. "I know that, kinda. I've never felt it, but I know about it. I watch moves." He grinned and tugged on Noct's sleeve.

"Come on, you pick a game."

He wasn't sure what he'd do if he was given an actual gun, would he be nervous? It wouldn't be nearly as easy, right? He'd never even thought about trying. He didn't think much about Noct fighting either except it cut into their hanging out time. Should he have considered his sparring?