[Noct's clothes are probably gonna be ruined at this point, with all these cute slimes, uh, sliming all over them, but it's so nice to play with cute friendly things - even if they're kind of sticky - that he doens't evne mind. It's so natural for Prompto to join in admiration of the happy critters, that when Noctis hears his best friend's voice, he doesn't even question it. Instead, his smile widens a bit, and he glances up from the one he's carefully scraping off his sleeve, ready to ask if Prompto has any idea what they eat --
except Prompto stops mid sentence, and though it takes a moment for Noct's brain to catch up with the present, he too finds himself reezing for a moment because wait a minute... Prompto is here too?! And looks like how he - no, not how he remembers last but before then and suddenly this is all even more confusing than he thought. He's not sure whether this makes it all more or less like a dream, but either way the way Prompto's looking at him...
Noctis attempts a smile, though worry and confusion furrow his brow beneath bangs in need of a good trim.]
Uh -- hey, Prompto.
[He ... should definitely say something else, right? Right. This is the ideal time to say something that would answer all the questions in Prompto's eyes and somehow magically make things not awkward, except he's pretty much drawing a blank on any other words... like... at all, because whatever memories he should have of this place aren't there, and as far as he's concerned, he wasn't sure he'd ever see Prompto or - or anyone else again. Just... give him a moment.]
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except Prompto stops mid sentence, and though it takes a moment for Noct's brain to catch up with the present, he too finds himself reezing for a moment because wait a minute... Prompto is here too?! And looks like how he - no, not how he remembers last but before then and suddenly this is all even more confusing than he thought. He's not sure whether this makes it all more or less like a dream, but either way the way Prompto's looking at him...
Noctis attempts a smile, though worry and confusion furrow his brow beneath bangs in need of a good trim.]
Uh -- hey, Prompto.
[He ... should definitely say something else, right? Right. This is the ideal time to say something that would answer all the questions in Prompto's eyes and somehow magically make things not awkward, except he's pretty much drawing a blank on any other words... like... at all, because whatever memories he should have of this place aren't there, and as far as he's concerned, he wasn't sure he'd ever see Prompto or - or anyone else again. Just... give him a moment.]