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[mercurio]

WHO: prompto argentum + noctis lucis caelum
WHERE: clinic and noct's hella apartment
WHEN: 3/1 afternoon
WHAT: bro time
WARNINGS: TBA

[prompto isn't exactly proud of how he landed himself here for the second time in two weeks, but he's in to get his stitches checked out, cleaned, and hopefully not win himself an infection for being real clumsy in how he generally looks after himself. he's about finished, the nurse making him sit for another re-stitching after he got his arm cleaned up; just like before, he glances over at his phone, browsing through the app and swiping through notifs upon notifs...]

[he isn't exactly all cheer, now that he's allowed a second of not having to pretend to be it. it's not just about having his (sad) love life on blast, but the subsequent comments--some were rather harsh. it bugs him, because it reminds him of the worst time in his life.]

[placing a thin layer of gauze over his arm to keep his stitches clean, the nurse advises him to take it easy and not move his arm around too much. sound advice, he thinks, standing up and sliding his phone into his back pocket.]

Thanks for the help!

[he waves and is about to head out the door to find his scooter and head home. prompto was not expecting to find himself face-to-face with his best friend.]

--Noct? What are you doing here?

[it doesn't even register that noctis might be here looking for him]

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[riviation]

[ Noctis had debated on whether to text Prompto after catching sight of the small 'incident' that had taken place earlier. In the end, though, he felt it better to pay a visit in person. Upon realizing the other wasn't home, he decided to check the closest local clinic.

Apparently, it was a good call. ]

Looking for you, since you didn't answer your door.

[ Noctis speaks as if the strange occurrence here is not that he himself is out looking around for Prompto instead of texting, but that his has no idea why he's here to begin with.

(truthfully, he's doing it on purpose as he is well aware this probably seems unusual an occurrence—Noctis would say that's buse there's not a lot of times where this sort of action is appropriate, not because he lacks agency for just about everything, including going out of his way to offer comfort to a friend!? He cares a lot, he's just bad at expressing it in the more more obvious ways like... well, stuff like that.) ]

You okay?

[mercurio]

Why didn't you call me first...?

[but the question dies on his lips, following the recognition of the look noctis is giving him, followed by the question about whether he's alright or not. there's a reason they're best friends, isn't there? it's hard to hide these kind of things from the other.]

[calmly, prompto steps around noctis but does not face away from him. he simply wants to walk over to his scooter]

Well, I had to get my stitches done again. Slammed my arm against the table stupidly. [in a sing-song voice, moving his arms in a showy manner] You know me, ...always messing up.

[yet it comes off more pessimistic than it does amusing. prompto approaches his scooter and puts his hands on the handle, to pull it from rest-position]

Wanna hang out?

[he'll give them both a ride to noctis' place]