Prompto is no stranger to finding Noctis awake out of stasis once more. In fact, it's almost become hilariously (in a sense) commonplace, given this is now the fourth time it's happened. Each time Noctis has returned he's been without his memories of his previous times here, but he's never...looked like this. So much older than Prompto remembers him, and while it may have been a month or so since he saw him last, that sure as hell isn't long enough for his friend to have changed this much.
He doesn't know what to make out it—or rather, he can't even begin to make anything out of it. The slime wriggles in his hands, vying for some of his attention, but Prompto can't quite tear his eyes off his best friend, a thousand questions flooding his mind.
—But even as that tense, quiet moment passes, Prompto too dumbstruck to speak, something in him gives his mind a good kick. Some things never change, and Prompto reaches out to nudge Noctis's shoulder with a fist. Whatever the hell is going on here, whatever's happened to Noctis, he's still his best friend, his best man, and no matter how much time passes or how many times they go through this, he will always be happy to see him. ]
Hey. You forget how to use a razor, or what?
[ And that hair! Appalling. (Though Prompto's is a bit more subdued these days than Noctis may remember. The wife likes it when he wears it down, okay.) Still, no matter his appearance, he is an absolute sight for sore eyes, especially...with everything that's happened here recently.
Prompto could use a friend from home more than ever. ]
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Prompto is no stranger to finding Noctis awake out of stasis once more. In fact, it's almost become hilariously (in a sense) commonplace, given this is now the fourth time it's happened. Each time Noctis has returned he's been without his memories of his previous times here, but he's never...looked like this. So much older than Prompto remembers him, and while it may have been a month or so since he saw him last, that sure as hell isn't long enough for his friend to have changed this much.
He doesn't know what to make out it—or rather, he can't even begin to make anything out of it. The slime wriggles in his hands, vying for some of his attention, but Prompto can't quite tear his eyes off his best friend, a thousand questions flooding his mind.
—But even as that tense, quiet moment passes, Prompto too dumbstruck to speak, something in him gives his mind a good kick. Some things never change, and Prompto reaches out to nudge Noctis's shoulder with a fist. Whatever the hell is going on here, whatever's happened to Noctis, he's still his best friend, his best man, and no matter how much time passes or how many times they go through this, he will always be happy to see him. ]
Hey. You forget how to use a razor, or what?
[ And that hair! Appalling. (Though Prompto's is a bit more subdued these days than Noctis may remember. The wife likes it when he wears it down, okay.) Still, no matter his appearance, he is an absolute sight for sore eyes, especially...with everything that's happened here recently.
Prompto could use a friend from home more than ever. ]