A Prince's Friend is Hard Work

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 Prompto was nervous.

That was not the least bit unusual in itself, he had some terrible anxieties that made his life complicated and challenging all at once, all the time, but he'd had a handle on things, at least, he thought so. 

He received a letter and turned his world upside down.

All of that hard work had come to fruition and he was now a new friend to the prince, someone he got along with a lot better than he used to. He'd seen and met some of his retainers, some of the people around him. They all seemed nice, if wary, and huge. 

Prompto had never been tall, and he was slightly shorter than Noct who seemed short beside his bodyguard Gladio. He was kind of hoping he'd get bigger, but he doubted it. 

The longer he spent with Noctis, they'd begun asking him questions about his skills in self-defense, because there could be danger inadvertently. Ignis had been the one to deliver the message that he should learn, and asked him to report to the Citadel one Sunday morning to meet with Cor Leonis - The Marshal - who was going to test him, or teach him, or something. 

He was on time, had been escorted to the gym and, dressed in his gym clothes, he was waiting nervously, pressed against a wall to avoid any looks from any of the Glaives around. He couldn't have looked more out of place if he tried, with his black track pants and dark purple t-shirt with a frolicking cartoon chocobo on it. 

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[immortalmarshal]

The doctor is the same one as before, and she can already tell what might be going on by the look on Cor's face. She simply advised him to not go running off until someone they both trust shows up to take his place.

Which...Cor does agree to. After a tense moment of silence. Still, he does stay by Prompto's side throughout the process. He's not upset that the doctor wants to double-check. He's just impatient to know just how bad the damage is, and how long it will take to put him back together.

It will at least fill the time before Monica shows up, so Cor sits next to Prompto and act as quiet emotional support for the lad.

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"We'll take an x-ray to double check, but I'd say it's definitely broken." The doctor commented, watching Prompto's reactions. Aside from light hissing, he was hiding his pain rather well, just like with the appendicitis.

Prompto nodded. "Like a month, right?"

She frowned at him. "If it's broken, yes, you'll need a cast, a month for that and then physiotherapy to fix your muscles."

He nodded again. "Right...yeah, okay." Prompto sighed heavily and waited until the doctor left the room to shake his head a little. "I haven't even paid off my surgery...haven't even started."

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"You don't have to," Cor reminds him quietly. "I asked them to put it on my tab. This will be no different; you don't have to pay for anything while you're being treated here."

He tries his best to sound comforting, despite the fury brewing deep inside of him. It's very irrational, yes, considering that he's only known Prompto for a few months. But he couldn't help it - this kid is full of sunshine and chocobo down. There's no damn good reason for any decent person to be hurting him, Niff blood or not. This is like...like when Noctis got attacked by that gods-cursed daemon years ago.

Cor wants blood. Badly.

But he also has a responsibility to take care of Prompto first. Mr. Argentum can be...dealt with later.

"...I'm not sending you back to them. It'd be unwise to send a victim back to their abuser."

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"You shouldn't have to do that for me Cor." Prompto shook his head a little. "I'm supposed to be responsible."

This wasn't something he'd broken in a childish prank though, he was talking about care that his parents should have been giving him.

"Oh, no it's okay!" He said quickly. "You don't have to do that. I don't want to go anywhere else. I don't want to be sent back to Niflheim!"

[immortalmarshal]

"Like hell, they're sending you back there!" Cor growls protectively, almost possessively. "And I'm not letting you get swallowed up by the system, either." Cor's quick thinking when he was 13 saved himself from the foster care system; all he had to do was live in the barracks until he ended up becoming part of Regis' personal retinue. But he's heard enough stories to know that it would be a Bad Fit for the young man, especially given current tensions between Lucis and Niflheim.

He pauses for a brief moment, finally settling on some important decision. "...if none of the others are able to take you in...I'll let you stay with me. At least until we find you a better place."

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Prompto looked a bit bewildered and glanced away. "Yeah but...no one else is gonna want me around so I'm not really sure what's going to happen."

He ran his fingers through his hair, nervously.

"So I don't want to impose. I'll be okay here. I look after myself and have for like, years so you don't have to worry. I work and everything."

[immortalmarshal]

"You're not imposing," Cor corrects him. "Not when I'm the one making the offer. You'll be safe, and you wouldn't have to pay rent or any bills. I make enough to support both of us easily." In this case, it's probably a good thing that Regis twisted his arm enough to make Cor accept that last pay raise.

"Besides, even if I'm not around as much, I'll make sure you won't go hungry. And Noctis and the others know where it is." He made damn sure that Noctis and Gladio knew from a young age, in case the worst should ever happen and he had to take any of his friends' kids in.

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He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. He hadn't known Cor that long, he was just a kid, the prince's friend, who tried really hard to keep up with his expectations. That wasn't something he would ever change.

"I..." Prompto began, but he wasn't sure where he was going with it.

"Yeah, I mean..." He blushed. "Noct and I hang out a lot, because otherwise I'm just..." He waved his hand. "Here. Alone."

Noctis hadn't known that, but he stayed with him as often as he asked.

[immortalmarshal]

Cor suspects that if Noctis really knew, he would've done something to try and remedy this situation sooner. Their prince cares too much to let something like this slide.

"Well, if you do stay with me, you wouldn't be alone as often. I'll be around - well, when I'm not busy with my duties. But I do expect you to keep your room clean, and to help with chores."

Cor doesn't realize it yet, but he sounded like a real dad in that moment.

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He looked rather surprised, because the offer was kind of huge. He pressed his lips together and nodded.

"I can clean the house. I'm pretty good at it. I just wasn't feeling well, I swear, I'll take care of it."

[immortalmarshal]

"It's alright," Cor quickly reassures him, gently squeezing the young man's shoulder. "I'm not worried about it right now. Right now, you just need to focus on taking care of yourself, and resting. We can handle the rest when your hand's on the mend."

Which reminds him...he's still needing to have a Talk with Mr. Argentum. Soon...very soon...

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"Okay." Prompto agreed readily. He would be fine under his own care for a few days even though there was the future promise of going off with Cor, to Cor's place. They needed time to coordinate that and contact his father.

He did notify Cor that if he happened to come by three days later, his dad would be there, back from his trip for two nights.

[immortalmarshal]

Arrangements are most certainly being made to help transfer Prompto over to Cor's care. Among them is wrangling certain mutual friends into providing a moving truck and muscle for putting things on and off said truck.

But that morning, on the day that Prompto's father returns, Cor shows up unannounced at the door. He asked Monika to meet him there, but he didn't wait for her as is standard protocol. No, he's already ringing the doorbell, a sterner-than-usual look on his face.

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It took a moment for someone to answer the door and it was his father.

"Can I help you?" He asked, brow furrowed at the appearance of a man at his door. He looked familiar didn't he?

There was the sound of a door closing, as Prompto hid away in his room.

[immortalmarshal]

Cor nods in solemn greetings to Prompto's father. "I'm Cor Leonis. I wish to speak to you regarding your son. May I come in?"

His ears do pick up on the slamming of the door, and he does wonder if Prompto's not already hurt any further by this man. The thought alone sets him on edge a little, but he forces it down. Not yet...not until he gets verbal proof...

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"What did he do?" He made no move to let Cor in, he knew the name. This man was important, but he frowned.

"Whatever he broke, I'll pay for it." He said, sounding more like he's angry by the prospect.

[immortalmarshal]

Cor frowns in response that question. "He has done nothing wrong," He stated slowly, emphasizing every word. "I'm just here to check up on him, and to have a talk with you regarding his future."

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"Kid's bothering you, isn't he?" He scoffed, still blocking the door.

"He's fine. Kid's always fine. Nothing to discuss. You know what teenagers are like, pure trouble. We do our best but his future is probably in the refugee district like the loser he is."

[immortalmarshal]

Oh, Cor is tempted. Cor is very tempted to punch the lights out of this guy. And if he wss ten years younger, he just might've already done that.

But he is keeping his anger in check, if barely. Instead, he growls as he rests one hand against the door. "Prompto is my *apprentice*. That's why I'm here to have a talk with you. And I strongly suggest that you let me inside if you don't want to cause a scene in front of your neighbors."

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The man looked like he wanted to keep Cor out, but he shrugged and relented, stepping back to let him in.

"Apprentice? In what? The kid's not worth it. You're better off finding a new one." He crossed his arms.

"He's just a brat."

[immortalmarshal]

Cor stalks inside after him, keeping clenched fists at his side. His eyes narrowed at the idea of Prompto being a brat. Noctis is the bratty pne of thr group, though he's getting better at it. Prompto is the exact opposite, as far as Cor can tell.

"Crownsguard," he answers firmly. "He shows great potential as a ranged fighter, and he's already shown himself to be dedicated to the purpose of the organization..."

He crossed his arms as he adds, "Incidentally, he's the third apprentice thsr I've ever taken under my wing. And I tend to be very picky when it comes to those I deem worthy of my personal training."

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At the mention of such a prestigious honour, he threw his head back and laughed.

"The kid can't fight or protect the king. Besides, there's no way our king wants a dirty Niff kid in his ranks."

He leaned in. "Truth be told, the kid is kind of a freak. The gods only know where he came from with that thing on his wrist. Forget about him."

[immortalmarshal]

Cor's eyes narrowed dangerously at those insulting remarks. He's about to point out how accepting Regis truly is when the father leans in to dare call him a freak.

All he saw was red as his fist went flying towards Mr. Argentum's face. "He is not a freak!" Cor roars. "He is your Gods-blessed son! It doesn't fuckin' matter where he came from, he's a Lucian now!"

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The man grunted and fell back into the wall with a small crack.

"He's no son of ours. We provided for him, that's it." He sneered.

Prompto came out of his room then. "Please. Don't fight." He said, his voice unsteady. Unlike the last time Cor saw him, he had a split lip, but it wasn't serious, at least Prompto wouldn't say so.

His father straightened, glaring at Cor and beckoned to Prompto. "Come here."

[immortalmarshal]

Cor's raising his fist again, taking a few steps towards Mr. Argentum when Prompto came out with his plea. He immediately turns towards the lad, and notices the split lip. Ignoring what the other man said - other than the 'He's no son of ours' bit - he immediately rushes over to the younger man's side.

"Are you alright?" He asks in a concerned tone, tilting Prom's chin up to look at the split lip this way and that. "He didn't hurt you much more than this, had he? Is your cast still whole?"