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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arrives three days late with ebony- wait wrong chocobro :P

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About time, too - with how often Noctis had caught glimpses of the guy staring at him from a distance since they were in, what, elementary school? Kinda creepy, if he was honest. Still, it said something about him (and likely himself, too) that instead of calling for Gladio, he decided to hang out with Prompto.

Much to the chagrin of their classmates who went out of their way to be overly polite to him because of his bloodline; only viewing him as the "prince" and not the classmate.

Which is probably why he's even here at the arcade in the first place. Almost erryday when he can shake off Iggy or Gladio and their nagging about those responsibilities. And, luckily, the first person shooters were one of the least expensive games to play there.

Especially considering Noct was, and always will be, a sore loser. He's lost five times this afternoon alone, and already he could feel a vein in his temple threatening to pop from the frustration. At least, until he saw how excited Prompto was.

... His toothy grin was unfairly cute.

Ooh, that's what Prompto needs

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"Yes! I did even better this time, did you see?" Prompto would have gloated, but it wasn't hard to beat Noct.

His high score, however...

He had the brightest smile at the thought, and he pat Noctis' arm.

He'd be bouncing off the walls. No one would be able to catch him.

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"Kinda hard... not to." Considering both of their scores are on monitors right next to each other. While Noct's own has improved slightly, Prompto was in a league of his own. If he was honest at all, he was almost impressed. Instead he sighed melodramatically, putting the toy gun down on it's stand. "Guess the next one's on me."

It totally would have been a more fair competition if it was the Assassin's game over in the corner, but he didn't want to make his friend go broke.

Try and catch him! See what happens!

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"You're on!" Prompto grinned brightly and twirled the gun in his hand. He didn't know why he was so good, or so easily inclined to the shooting games, but it didn't matter. He had a natural talent as far as he was concerned and he was going to kick Noct's ass into next week!

"Okay okay, if I win again, I'll let you pick the next game." He could let Noct pick a game or two, he wasn't entirely broke, but he couldn't be having too much fun losing to him.

Oh, he'll try alright... ;)

[warpstriking]

It was definitely something he noticed, but he wasn't going to point it out that easily. Hell, part of him even considered asking if he thought about joining the Crownsguard since he was that good. But he... couldn't ask him that. That would have to be his own choice.

"Alright, deal." Prompto was going to learn regardless of just how much a nerd he was, anyway. He had exactly zero shame about that. Losing, though - now that was something he did have a little bit of shame about. Yet Prompto's excitement lessened it just a little bit. He reaches into his pocket for a few more coins, paying for one more round for the both of them.

Run Run, Fast As You Can

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They would be at an impasse if that was the case, because he'd never considered it as a viable career option. Prompto knew he was nothing, just a commoner, there was no way anyone would let him at Noct's side to protect him.

At the arcade though, he wasn't thinking about his future, he was grinning and ready to kick his best friend's ass.

"Let's do this. I'm gonna see if I can beat my high score!"

There were lights, shining, and music as it was finally ready to start a new round and Prompto took aim...

Who needs to run when you have magic tho /cheats

[warpstriking]

Who knows. If Prompto kept this up, he might just make an offhand comment about it being a possibility. After all, so had Cor. The spitfire just happened to get his dad's attention.

But, that could wait. Noct had some dignity to salvage. So, once he'd paid for the next round, he picked the toy gun up once more. Aimed, and...

...

Well, at least he beat his previous score. He sighed, looking over at Prompto's score. "...Man, almost makes me wonder how you'd fair with a real pistol."

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?