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I didn't say that!
I just wanted to..
Oh. Okay.

I may discover more bruises in the meanwhile.

haha as long as you don't set anything on fire we're probably ok
just keep a list for me when i see you in like uh
ten minutes

[ Because he might or might not be running. ]

[He only has one burn, and a few cuts. Probably because although his cooking is mediocre his baking aptitude is nonexistent. But one of his arms is metal and practically indestructible (because it can put itself back together after a while).

Nero still feels like he may feel random bruising appear elsewhere if Prompto is serious about kissing everything better. BUT. For now he's just in the kitchen putting the final touches on the cake. It's shaped like one of those old school gunslinger pistols, and it's meant to be shooting a bullet but the shape kind of looks rounded at the tip and the white streaks of frosting from the escaping bullet don't help matters either.

Under all the icing it's a strawberry shortcake-type deal. Slicing the strawberries was what had led to the cuts.]

Take your time. I'm not waiting naked in an apron or anything.

[ It's not like they have anything but time here, and honestly, there aren't that many people he would prefer to hang out with anyway. That Nero's gone through the trouble to do this makes him feel... happy? Prompto really can't discern what it is exactly, but he thinks it's probably love. (Just more to add to the pile that's already built under Nero's name.)

By the time he makes it there, he'd slowed down enough so that it doesn't look like he'd been jogging the whole way, and when he rounds into the kitchen, he casually leans against the doorjamb in an effort to survey the damage and exactly what he's about to get himself into. That he only sees a glimpse of the cake from where he's standing – and can tell what it should have been as well as what it is – doesn't really help matters, not when he starts laughing a little. ]

Kinda disappointed you weren't naked in an apron. [ It's an obvious tease with only a hint of a blush. ] What made you think about cake?

[ Never mind that it's his birthday. ]

[Nero turns at the sound of Prompto's voice, already grinning as he looks over to greet him, waving like a normal person until his boyfriend is close enough to grab and smooch. He does exactly that.]

It's not too late for me to fulfill your dirty birthday wishes.

[He laughs, but isn't joking at all. At least about giving the gunner whatever he wants today.]

It's tradition? Is that not a thing they do where you're from? I didn't get a lot of birthday stuff as a kid so I think I go a bit overboard with it sometimes now that I'm an adult. Is it too much? [It's only just occurred to him that it may have been a lot, and maybe he's on the verge of puppy eyes.]

[ He leans into the kiss when it's given, pressing as close as he can so there's not much space between them even when they part. Prompto's still eyeing the cake and trying not to laugh, but he's really doing a bad job at it. ]

Dunno about birthday wishes, but I'd never say no to you. [ Prompto honestly couldn't, unless it was something horrible, and even then... He just doesn't want things to be strained between them because Hell isn't exactly the most welcoming place for a relationship. ] And nah. I mean, we had all that stuff, but it just kinda feels like a hassle sometimes? I think it's great. [ He's noticing that look, so he leans in to kiss him again and squeeze him gently in reassurance. ] It's nice you're thinkin' about me that much.

[ A pause, and then: ] You taste this thing yet?

[Okay maybe it looks more like a dick than he's willing to concede, so he kind of eyes Prompto each time he laughs, but ultimately he's just glad to see him smiling. HE JUST PUT EFFORT INTO IT IS ALL.]

It's easier to build a gun than a fucking cake, it's kind of ridiculous. WHICH REMINDS ME.

[He takes out a medium sized but heavy box from seemingly nowhere and sets it on the table. Inside is a gun he built that is similar to his own in that it's a small shotgun, intended for one handed use up close. It's not polished or decorated or anything like that so it's not pretty by any means, but fully functional--he tried it himself a handful of times along the way. Not a rocket launcher but can pack a punch.] I pretty much think about you all the time. More than usual when there's not much else going on.. [Nero takes that kiss but pulls away to answer the question.]

I ate a lot of the cake batter and it was good before I had to bake it. Does that count?

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