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WHO: prompto argentum, nyx ulric, noctis lucis caelum
WHERE: nyx's apartment
WHEN: a night that prompto will come to regret
WHAT: breaking and entering has consequences
WARNINGS: cursing? likely

[the unfortunate bit about this whole situation is that prompto actually knows how to break into nyx's apartment. it's not something he's particularly proud of, but picking the lock takes but a few tries, and before anyone in the hallway can make a call about suspicious activity, prompto is in.]

[it's not that he wants to do this, but prompto has forgotten one of his most precious cameras here. how does he know it's here? well--he just supposes. he could have tried to text nyx, but the man didn't seem to have gotten his messages. calling noctis was futile, considering he didn't answer prompto's calls.]

[it sure is late at night, and the two of them are probably either busy working or sleeping. he'll solve this himself.]

[the apartment is dark, unfortunately, and prompto does his best to quietly walk through its expanse, letting himself be guided by the light of his phone. it doesn't take long, however, for prompto to bang his knee against the leg of the dining table, stumble to the side, and send a vase (was it a vase?) to the floor, where it shatters into many, many pieces prompto can't even discern. his surprised oh shit is followed by his pained yelp at getting glass onto his arm and hand.]

[were any lights to be turned on, there will be an increasing amount of blood, broken glass, and furniture that's been moved around... oh, and a prompto that should not be here in the first place.]

Shit shit shitshit...

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[like most nights, nyx had come home from work reeking of booze, sweat, and something else a little more undefinable. a shower is always his first priority after a late night event, and it's usually a lengthy one at that. it helps him unwind, mostly because he's convinced that both the tv and his phone would cause him to go crazy with over-stimulation.

he's in his bedroom with the door closed (and has no idea why he does that; it's not like he has any roommates) toweling off when the crash of something outside snaps him to attention. his heart skips a beat, and his mind immediately races to action. he doesn't exactly live in the nicest part of town, and honestly, it was only a matter of time until someone tried to break in.

his phone is out on the kitchen counter; no way to call 911. he has to move.

there isn't time to get dressed. he knows that. he hastily wraps his towel around his waist and trots over to his closet, trying to keep a cool head as he reaches for the top shelf and sloppily pulls down the case stored up there. shit. too noisy. but he can't stop now. he unlocks it as quickly as he can and grabs his personal 9mm pistol and loads it.

flashlight on the nightstand. he grabs that, too, hoping he can blind his intruder. better that than to give them a better view of their surroundings.

feeling as confident as he can, he throws the bedroom door open and storms into his own living room, holding his gun hand over fist of his flashlight, military style.]

Get down on the floor--

[what probably could have come out as an aggressive command instead just kind of tapers off at the end when the light from his flashlight catches a familiar face. both of nyx's arms drop to his sides as an annoyed expression overtakes his features.

a second and a sigh later, he casually reaches up and flicks the light switch on. goddamn it prompto. making him run out here in a towel and carrying an armed weapon.]

[it was probably a good thing that prompto doesn't get to see that nyx is holding a gun when he first steps in, because nyx showing up at all (why did he expect him not to?) is enough to make prompto nearly shit some bricks. he whimpers, scooting back, trying to block off the flashlight's beam, dropping his phone--]

[and then his eyes are trying to adjust to light flooding the apartment]

[unfortunately for both prompto and nyx, there are a few bloody hand prints on the floor and carpet and on some of the nearby furniture, as well as broken glass scattered all over from prompto's attempt to stand up]

Hng...

[it's probably hilarious, then, that prompto's the first one to act taken aback.]

You were going to shoot me?!

[not his smartest moment]

Edited 2017-02-26 09:35 (UTC)

[nyx opens his mouth, ready to snap back that prompto had broken into his house. of course he would shoot an intruder if they were dangerous. but he stops when he notices the blood. his annoyed expression gives way to something a bit different -- a strange cocktail of worry and suspicion -- as he switches his flashlight off and heads over to the kitchen counter. he drops off his light and firearm on the counter and takes a few steps forward, though he's careful not to get too close.]

Why are you bleeding?

[a stupid question that could have been answered with a little big more direct observation. but at this point he kind of wants more answers than just that. like, the fuck are you doing in my apartment at this hour in the first place?]

Because my life is a series of shitty events.

[he looks and sounds like he might want to cry, but prompt has the decency to spare nyx of actual waterworks. he holds up his gnashed arm and examines very lightly just how bad the damage is; some shards of glass are stuck into his hand, and this might need a visit to the closest er if prompto so desired.]

[prompto has a feeling nyx is not going to let him go that easily]

...I broke your vase. I'm sorry. I'll pay you back.

[sidestepping carefully over the broken glass, he glances over at nyx and... is unsure on how to proceed next. usually noctis is with him when this shit happens. oh, speaking of--he collect his phone again, sighs relieved at a message from his best friend in the world, unlocks his phone, and--]

[wrong number]

[he has no best friend]

Well, okay! I didn't mean to do this! It was an accident! I have a shoot tomorrow and I needed my camera and I'm pretty sure I left it here! You weren't answering and neither was Noct, and so, I thought... I thought...

[his phone is a bloody mess and just now prompto remembers the carpet also has a wonderful red stain on it]

...is this your new carpet...

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[there's a whole lot of bullshit hitting him at once here. it actually takes nyx a few seconds to process everything that's being thrown at him right now. profusely bleeding prompto. broken vase. new carpet...]

You...

[honestly he's a little breathless in his shock and anger. but mostly anger. it hits him so fast that it catches him off guard, and suddenly he's shouting.]

You are so fucking dead!

[he takes a half-step forward as he yells that, and then the logical side of his brain kicks in and reminds him that he's currently dressed in nothing but a loosely-tied towel.

then the anger takes over again. he grips at the knot on his towel and stomps towards prompto's direction, not entirely sure what he's going to do once he gets there. he just knows this is about to get real ugly real fast.]

Wo-woah!

[that very brief moment of hesitation from nyx's behalf gives prompto the opportunity to run towards the dining room table and go around it. if you're expecting this to not turn into a stupid chase, you're wrong. prompto will be taking advantage of the fact that he can run around and away from nyx until the other can (hopefully?) calm down]

Look, listen dude! We don't have to go into killing territory!

[his voice is high-pitched and he's absolutely terrified]

Please don't hurt me! I'm really sorry!

[look as much as nyx wants to catch prompto and teach him some manners, the fact of the matter is that he'd have to drop the towel to do so. and he's not really keen on becoming that crazy naked guy who chases college boys around his house, intruder or no. he stops at the opposite end of the table and slams his open palm down on top of it.

still shouting. his neighbors are going to hate him tomorrow.]

Do you have any idea how much that new carpet cost me? Or the kind of bullshit story I had to tell my landlord to get it installed?

[now that he's saying it out loud, maybe the thought of becoming the crazy naked guy doesn't sound all that terrible. oh boy he's mad. his other hand leaves his towel and is now currently being used to point and threaten.]

And that was my grandmother's vase! You can't just pay for a replacement!

[he knows, because nyx gave both him and noctis a very long speech about respecting other people's things and how he's going to kick their ass next time, for real, and maybe prompto imagined the part about getting fingers cut off as punishment...]

[audible gulp]

Okay, so [strained] maybe I fucked up...? [a look at nyx's thoroughly pissed off face] Right, I fucked up, majorly.

...but can I really not do anything to make it up to you?

[ah, his eyes widen suddenly. there, on the bookshelf... his precious camera]

[quickly averts his eyes (be a little more obvious will you) not wanting to give nyx any ammunition to use against him. thinks the guy who has destroyed nyx's week.]

[oh he sees you, prompto. and he knows exactly what you're looking at. he just doesn't react to it. not yet. he has to get his priorities in order first. he takes a deep breath in through the nose to try to calm himself, but his words are still angry, even if they're not being shouted anymore.]

You. You are going to go stand in the hall where I can see you while I get dressed. And you're not leaving until this whole place is clean.

[nevermind your gaping wounds. doesn't matter that it's 3 in the morning. nyx can stay up all night if he has to.]

[prompto for his part thinks he's playing it SUPER cool. and really doesn't want to get hit... nyx can pack a mean punch that bruises for days (and then he can't wear those sleeveless tops he likes so much? fuck, man; or he can't sit on his butt right for days).]

O-okay, I can do that. Just... Please don't punch me?

[he takes small scoot-steps towards the end of the table, towards the hall nyx refers to]

[maybe he should tell nyx he messaged noctis? and a real lawyer? ...one glance at nyx makes prompto think, no, that's not a good idea just now.]

[still annoyed, nyx follows him (at a safe distance!!) in that direction and heads into his bedroom to change, keeping the door wide open so that he can make sure prompto doesn't bolt at the last second. enjoy that full-blown man ass, prompto, because nyx has run out of fucks to give. it's into his PJs for him, because there's no reason to deprive himself of his comfy times just because prompto decided he had to break and enter at 3 in the goddamn morning.

when he's done, he doesn't even stop to greet prompto in the hallway. he just walks past him and towards the kitchen, because holy shit does he need a beer. but he does glance back over his shoulder briefly as he goes.]

There's a first aid kit under the sink in the bathroom. Patch yourself up so that you don't ruin anything else. Wood cleaner and carpet cleaner under the sink in the kitchen. Better get to it.

[all the while he is exposed to man ass, prompto is terrified nyx is gonna walk up to him and punch him, hard. thankfully for prompto, when nyx walks past him, no such thing happens (despite him flinching and closing his eyes in anticipation--)]

[he dares not say anything as he waits for instructions, and makes his quiet way to the bathroom to clean up the blood and do a shoddy job at bandages after removing some pieces of glass dug into his skin. he really doesn't want to keep nyx waiting for too long, lest his patience really hits rock bottom.]

[which is why in less than ten minutes he's looking for the wood and carpet cleaner under the kitchen sink, quiet excuse me... as he walks around the other. he also collected a broom...]

[on his knees and trying to decipher this cleaning, he offers another pathetic:]

I'm sorry, Nyx...

You always are.

[that comes out a little bit meaner and more flippant than he wants it to, but right now he doesn't have enough sympathy to feel guilty about it. he's on his second beer already after shotgunning the first one, because he doesn't have work tomorrow and doesn't have to be responsible beyond making sure this newfound mess in his apartment gets cleaned. he pops the cap off the bottle and heads over to the couch, casually grabbing prompto's camera on the way there. plopping down on the couch, he takes a sip of his beer and turns the camera on.]

Let's see what was so important that you had to break in here in the middle of the night to get it back, shall we?

[and with that he starts flipping through the pictures that are saved on it, because, really, there's only a handful of reasons he can think of that someone would make a move this stupid. surely there had to be SOMETHING crazy on here. something embarrassing... or incriminating...]

[prompto offers a tiny gasp of dread and recognition when nyx starts fiddling around with his camera. one of prompto's most precious possessions...! but considering he broke nyx's grandmother's vase, he has no room to protest]

Be careful with it!

[the unfortunate thing is that prompto went through all this trouble for what?]

[pictures of noctis doing dumb poses, scenery pictures, people-pictures, cats and dogs, but nothing really... incriminating or embarrassing.]

[that's probably the part worth getting angry over]

[well at least the pics of noctis are fairly cringe-worthy. nyx shakes his head as he goes through each one.]

Jeez. No wonder why you guys don't have girlfriends.

[says the guy who hasn't had a girlfriend since high school. whatever. not important.

and then he realizes that he's reached the end and is back at the beginning. there really is nothing on there. what. the. hell. now it's like he's pissed off all over again. was this really for no reason at all? and now he can't even get any adequate schadenfreude out of it as a consolation prize.]

Dude, seriously? There's nothing fucking on here? Why are you in my house?

[well, at least all the glass shards have been picked up in a pile on the dust pan...]

What? I never said there was! I mentioned I needed my camera for a shoot tomorrow--er, later today. So I need my camera!

[please don't do anything to hurt it!]

[reaches out with his good hand]

Can I have it?

[oh hell no. nyx pulls the camera back out of prompto's reach, leaning a little further away along with it. he even smacks prompto's hand away for good measure with his free one.]

So why didn't you just come by in the morning?

[the way he asks the question makes it sound like it's the most obvious solution in the world. in his mind, it is.]

[prompto actually whines, stumbling to sit on his knees. so close yet so far, why can't he have his camera...? oh right, he broke into this apartment and couldn't even be sneaky about it.]

I, I dunno... Guess I just really wanted my camera...

[he has no good excuses left]

[and instead caused this big mess]

You're not gonna call the cops are you?

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