Must be some potion you can take once we make our next supply stop.
[ he sounds apologetic, rubbing the back of his neck. they're running low on supplies again but after this scuffle, they don't have time to make it to the next outpost. ]
[ he leans away from prompto, giving him a soft clap on the back when he's through. ] We'll need you when you're done healing. [ what he means to say is that prompto is important to him and the rest of the group but being noctis, it never comes out that way. ]
[ the answer comes quickly. noctis isn't the type to lie to spare feelings, especially since prompto would know if he was avoiding the truth, careful or not. but he means it, taking the time to be sincere after seeing his friend knocked down several notches today. ]
Cm'on. Gotta reassemble the tent after the wind took it down. Think you can be useful there. [ he lightly taps the other's shoulder before pushing himself up to his feet. while he might have avoided obligation, he thinks doing something will help take his mind off the serious things. ]
I'm not as good as you or Gladio or Ignis. I try really hard, I do, Noct, honest.
[ He pushes himself to his feet flexing his fingers again to test the bandages. He's convinced Noct's done a good enough job that they won't come loose once he starts working on the tent. ]
I know, buddy. [ he isn't sure what else to say or do in this instance. providing comfort isn't something that noctis is an expert in, by any means. so he just gives prompto a short clap on the back βΒ very light, not wanting to hurt him any more than he's been hurt already.
he crouches down by the posts thrown from their holes in the ground and picks up the hammer that had fallen from the outside pocket. ]
You can help with the ground cloth. Cm'on. [ he grins a little lopsidedly. ]
[ Wow, Noct. You're the worst at comforting. It's a good job Prompto loves you anyway. Maybe he should've gone to Ignis to get his injuries dressed and maybe he could've gotten a hot chocolate or coffee out of the deal too. Ignis is totally his new bestie. Only not. No one could replace Noct. ]
What did your last slave die of? [ He grins at Noct and moves to help. ]
Just trying to take your mind off your hands, man.
ββ[ββ well, at least the boy is honest. this comforting is really subpar but he is trying okay. good thing prompto isn't all that offended by his rudimentary efforts. ββ]ββ
Sorry. ββ[ββ he looks decently sheepish. ββ]ββ
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Bandages feel fine. Just wish my fingers didn't still hurt so bad though.
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[ he sounds apologetic, rubbing the back of his neck. they're running low on supplies again but after this scuffle, they don't have time to make it to the next outpost. ]
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[ He gives his fingers another wiggle despite the discomfort, shooting Noct a smile. ]
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[ he leans away from prompto, giving him a soft clap on the back when he's through. ] We'll need you when you're done healing. [ what he means to say is that prompto is important to him and the rest of the group but being noctis,
it never comes out that way. ]
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Right.
I'm pretty useless like this, huh?
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[ the answer comes quickly. noctis isn't the type to lie to spare feelings, especially since prompto would know if he was avoiding the truth, careful or not. but he means it, taking the time to be sincere after seeing his friend knocked down several notches today. ]
Cm'on. Gotta reassemble the tent after the wind took it down. Think you can be useful there. [ he lightly taps the other's shoulder before pushing himself up to his feet. while he might have avoided obligation, he thinks doing something will help take his mind off the serious things. ]
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[ He pushes himself to his feet flexing his fingers again to test the bandages. He's convinced Noct's done a good enough job that they won't come loose once he starts working on the tent. ]
Let's do this...
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he crouches down by the posts thrown from their holes in the ground and picks up the hammer that had fallen from the outside pocket. ]
You can help with the ground cloth. Cm'on. [ he grins a little lopsidedly. ]
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What did your last slave die of? [ He grins at Noct and moves to help. ]
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ββ[ββ well, at least the boy is honest. this comforting is really subpar but he is trying okay. good thing prompto isn't all that offended by his rudimentary efforts. ββ]ββ
Sorry. ββ[ββ he looks decently sheepish. ββ]ββ
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I guess it's kinda working. And at least the tent will be sleep-worthy.