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WHO: ardyn, grell, noctis, prompto
WHERE: ardyn and grell's place
WHEN: january 5th
WHAT: a dinner with the parents
WARNINGS: feeding salad to noctis (cw: some food disorder themes)

[right before making their presence known at the home of their hosts, prompto and noctis are having a bit of a tiff, because noctis' versace jacket still has glitter on it--meaning he couldn't wear it tonight--and prompto's rolling his eyes about how it's an ugly jacket anyway.]

[way to hurt a rich guy's feelings.]

[and while prompto could totally let himself in with the keys ardyn has given him, he plays nice and rings on the doorbell, a pouting noctis standing beside him and looking away.]

[prompto's about to say something, but the door opens, offering warmth in both temperature and light, and he is immediately pushing a bottle of richebourg red wine into ardyn's hands.]

Thanks for inviting us! It smells delicious!

[and right in he invites himself, shedding his winter coat to lounge about in his casual friday clothes. no big deal; they're with family.]

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[Dinner's ready by the time they arrive, of course, and that's indeed the scent that'll catch in both Prompto and Noctis' nose. Steak! Just as promised, with an assortment of sides that they might also catch a whiff of. Thankfully, the salad is not one of them.

(You will be eating the salad, Noctis.)

At any rate, the wine is taken with a gentle lift of a brow, pleasantly surprised.]

I see money was not an object, where this is concerned. [He closes the door as they both enter (they'll be greeted by cats), and he doesn't even mention the state of Prompto's dress. Family, and whatnot.] You didn't have to, but it's very much appreciated.

I hope you're both hungry.

[prompto's coat hits the banister of the stairs. clearly, he's comfortable enough in the house that he just walks in, happy to have cats swarming to them. he greets them properly, with a scratch of nails to their heads, then turns to ardyn, smile wide and hands behind his head.]

Yeah, well. A gift was kinda overdue.

[engagement, new years, christmas. the lot.]

[at the word about being hungry, prompto looks past ardyn to noctis with a smile.]

Yeah. Will do my best to clear my plate.

[ Getting ready was only a fuss because it's cold outside, and that jacket did a damn good job of keeping him warm. No light equals less heat, and Noctis has the worst circulation out there. Plus, he liked that ugly fucking jacket, so he's a bit huffy over the fact that glitter still clings to the slick material.

Nonetheless, they managed. Prompto is the one who put together Noctis' outfit, since it's apparently been established that Noctis has zero sense of style (thanks, Prompto). The outfit his boyfriend whipped up isn't too bad, though. Comfortable and warm. Still without the Versace jacket, but what can you do?

Prompto, the ring leader of their relationship apparently, is the one who picked out the bottle of wine. Cute that his boyfriend has expensive taste. At least Noct is good for it.

He's still pouting, but not until the door opens. He has to clear that up for Ardyn. He's not a baby (yes he is). ]

Can thank Prompto for that. Apparently, he spent all of this morning researching wines.

[ Noctis doesn't know shit about wine. He's not a huge fan. He greets Ardyn with a soft smile and follows inside, where he's immediately happy to see the cats, because he's the cat whisperer. Remember? ]

Hey, little buddies.

[ He doesn't take off his jacket quite yet, not until he's gotten some kitty rubs in. Noctis puts his jacket where Prompto's is. ]

Smells great in here.

[ HE IS NOT EATING SALAD.

And he'll divert the subject anyway. Noctis reaches behind Prompto and affectionately rubs at the top of his back. As long as Prompto tries, that's all that matters. ]

Where's Grell?

Trying to not crowd the doorway, boys, don't fret.

[her voice drifts over from the dining room, clearly amused - she knows several of the cats are going to come and greet their visitors, creating some kind of a traffic jam. but she pokes her head out to see all of them, grinning. it's good to see them all together - something seems right about it.]

I wouldn't dream of missing this.

[prompto's glad noctis is here, because prompto feels a little more confident about this whole eating anxiety when there's someone to understand and encourage him throughout. he turns at grell's voice, though, and--man, it's really been a while.]

[his arms down, he goes on over to the dining room and gives her a quick! hug]

Feels like it's been ages.

[embarrassed, he looks around as he pulls away, rubbing the back of his head and messing up whatever hairstyle he tried to go for]

Thanks for having us... uhm...

[she'll hug him back gladly, still smiling through his embarrassment.]

No need to thank us. We should have had the two of you over sooner, all told. At the least you know you hardly need to ask if you want to come over of your own accord.

[ Noctis isn't the type to hop into someone's arms for a hug, so he hangs back. Simply smiling. ]

We'll be sure to make this a habit. Maybe next time, we can do it at my place.

[ He shrugs his shoulders. ]

Never used the dining table I have, so.

Oh?

[Ardyn's picked up one of the cats near Noctis, just because he can. Otherwise, the rest of them have practically surrounded the boy -- he seems to be a magnet for them.]

Do you cook, Noctis?

[If there's a slightly teasing lilt to his tone, one must really listen for it.]

Fat flippin' chance!

[any opportunity to roast noctis is an opportunity prompto will take]

He's got cooking ware that's still in their boxes. Unopened!

[he's got your back, bad boy.]

He'll probably hire a chef to get out of having to do it himself.

Not--

[ Prompto beats him to the punch, making it very clear that not only has Noctis never cooked, he flat out can't.

His mouth shuts, lips pressed in a fine line as he looks away. Absolutely called out and maybe a little embarrassed. Thanks Prompto. ]

The other day he prepared hot chocolate and forgot to turn off the stove.

[he's smiling big at noctis. so proud.]

[ Noctis is now a puffer fish. ]

[Sorry, Noctis, but that definitely makes him laugh.]

Well, all the more reason to learn. For the both of you to learn.

[To be young and stupid again....]

But there's time yet. For now, perhaps we should continue this conversation over dinner itself?

[prompto goes over to noctis and pats his back, a humble smile of a person who has just roasted the bones out of someone on his face.]

Sure thing, Ardyn. I do wanna say though, I have learnt to make my own edible food.

[he turns over towards the dining room, looking at the array of food with something akin to nervousness, but holding on tight to the back of a chair he supposes he could sit on, he tries to muster courage over being able to eat a whole plate of all these delicious looking things.]

Who cooked? Or was it a shared effort?

[he'll wait until someone sits before sitting down himself.]

Shared. I'm not too proud to admit there are some things Ardyn is far better at crafting than I.

[the steak being one of them. she will stick to the simpler sides she knows and the salad. though the look on Prompto's face she mistakes for being a bit eager about all this, and pulling out her own chair, settles down into it, gesturing that the boys should sit.]

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