Prompto Argentum (
silverhalide) wrote2020-07-30 02:40 pm
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He's not really sure why they're doing this.
Not spending the afternoon after school together, that's a given. It's just the...method of transportation that's a little unusual. Normally (and maybe Prompto's gotten a little spoiled, enjoying the benefit), Noctis would be picked up from school by a chauffeur-- some luxury car or another, leather interiors, the works. And normally he'd nonchalantly pull Prompto in right behind him, casually telling the driver to head one way or the other before relaxing back, giving Prompto an amused look out the corner of his eye as though to convince him to chill out and do the same.
Or if not that, they'd walk instead. Choosing a random direction, trying to get lost in the back streets while talking about aimless things, only to realize they'd unconsciously maneuvered themselves to arcade (or Noct's apartment building, or Prompto's house), snickering and bumping each other's shoulders.
This, though... this is new. Well, kind of. Prompto's certainly taken the train before; often, in fact, on his own when he hasn't really felt like walking home, but... it's not necessarily his favorite, either. It tends to be crowded (if, thankfully, fairly quiet), the motion can make him feel a bit queasy on a bad day-- but all that aside. Noct? He's not sure Noct's ever been on a public train. So his insistence that they do so is a little weird, but...
Well, he's not one to turn Noct down. (For reasons he's really not going to dwell on.)
They chat normally while waiting on the platform, though there's a glint in Noct's eye that Prompto can't quite make heads or tails of. Which is... also unusual, in a way. Prompto prides himself on knowing Noct better than anyone, knowing what his words don't say and what his moods don't show, but sometimes... sometimes his own stupid heart (and his imagination, which may even be worse) gets in the way and things get a little muddied. If he didn't know better, Prompto would think that look means he has some sort of plan, something a little dangerous-- and gods the filth that skirts along his mind's eye at that-- but it's probably something just as simple as the thrill of doing something that he, as the prince, really isn't supposed to do.
Which is why Prompto grins widely as the train pulls into the station. Anything that makes Noct have fun, Prompto's here for. He pops on his heels briefly, snagging Noct by the jacket sleeve and giving it a light tug, a connection should the crowds try to push in and around them. ]
Stay close, Noct. Looks like it's gonna be kinda crowded today.