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[Sometimes Noctis hated the weakness that resided within his left leg. How sore his knee would sometimes get after a long battle because he would never baby or favor it. How running for too long would leave him with a dull ache. Hated that something that had happened so long ago still affected parts of his life, beyond the scars that it had left behind.

But it was another reason why he loved being around his friends so much. They never pointed that weakness out. Never made a big deal of it. Just gave him a hand when he needed it. Helped him up, made sure he was stable and then moved on like it was nothing.

So he took the helping hand now, waited until he had taken a step and knew it was going to fine, nothing a pain killer couldn't handle later.

When he turned back to Prompto he had both lanterns and that stupid grin and Noctis reached out for his own, grasping it gently to take it back.]

You'd like that, would you? Me being on top of you.

[Are you sure there was no innuendo intended? Because he sure turned it into one.]

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[ he lets noct have his lantern without any fuss, using his free hand to dust off his pants a little. so, he's sort of distracted when that comment comes, blinking out into the darkness as if he's unsure he'd actually heard it. what does he do? does he play it casual and just pretend it hadn't sounded dirty? or... he bites at his lip, unsure how to respond but knowing he has to come up with something or it's going to look really awkward. ]

No way, dude. You're heavy. Better me being on top than you.

[ prompto gives him a wink and then turns to pick up their trail again.

not the worst thing to say, but also not the best? whatever, he'd fired a shot back in noct's direction, and it was up to him to return it or not. besides, the soft jibes are helping to ease his nerves about being alone in this silent and spooky forest of darkness. at least back home there would have been the telling sounds of daemons roaming everywhere. but not here. here, it's silent, almost dead, and it'd be funny if it wasn't going to be their life now. ]

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[Admittedly he had been the one to start this. Prompto's action had been relatively innocent, something that couldn't have been easily misconstrued. He'd also been the one to escalate it with that little retort.

But Prompto had finished it. A perfect ten. Technical knockout. And it left Noctis speechless for way longer than he wanted to admit, simply staring after Prompto in the dark.

Mostly because he hadn't actually expected any come back at all, past possibly being called a jerk again. And second because -

- because he actually really would want Prompto on top of him and he definitely should not be having those thoughts right now.

So he does his best to shake them away, forcing himself to focus enough to catch up.]

So your heavy ass can crush me? I don't think so dude.

[There we go. Perfect. Nothing suspicious about how long that took at all.]