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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]
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]