[The crashing sounds from behind the door become more infrequent as Nero gains some amount of awareness of the spectral limbs behind him and isn’t constantly knocking things over anymore while he tries to figure it out—to no success.
He’s not thinking about much outside of how mortified Prompto was and how he doesn’t know what to do or if he can even change back. It wasn’t that time of the month for moonblessing changes, so it had to be something else. Even if he suspects it has to do with the Sparda blood he has, there’s no proof to that theory and it wouldn’t solve the issue of reverting him to normal.
Nero doesn’t really even hear the first time Prompto calls to him or tries the door. He’s just trying to find that sinking feeling and the uncomfortable onset of a panic attack.]
[ There's a sigh, and he leans forward to rest his head against the door, hand still around the knob. So whatever had happened hadn't been something he'd imagined or anything Nero had been aware of before, but... ]
We can't figure it out if you keep hiding. [ Not that he actually wants to see him again like that, but Prompto's just going to swallow it down. Weirder things have happened, he has to remind himself. Over and over again. ] Do you... should I do anything?
[ Maybe they should have taken a break. Maybe they should have let all of this wash over them to get back to the way things were. Or something. Prompto doesn't have any clue, and on top of that, his body really hurts. It's like he's been fighting daemons and wandering around Eos for a week straight with no real break aside from sleeping on the hard ground of a haven, but even then, he'd never fucked someone (something?) on top of that to the point of pain.
He sags a little, tapping at the door with his unoccupied hand. ]
I don’t know what we’re gonna figure out from making you look at me like that again either.
[Nero never thought he had such a problem with being different, but he never looked this different before. He’s not sure what to do or even if he wants to let Prompto help.What could even be done?]
If you want to leave, I’ll text you when I’m back to normal. I’m sorry if I hurt you.. [He starts to lean his forehead against the door but is stopped by his horns and looks down at his hands. How did he even grow his hand back? That wasn’t possible, was it??]
Maybe it’s just my genetics catching up with me. [Eventually he unlocks the door but he doesn’t open it. Nero sits on the edge of the bathtub, waiting to see if the blond might try the door again.]
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He’s not thinking about much outside of how mortified Prompto was and how he doesn’t know what to do or if he can even change back. It wasn’t that time of the month for moonblessing changes, so it had to be something else. Even if he suspects it has to do with the Sparda blood he has, there’s no proof to that theory and it wouldn’t solve the issue of reverting him to normal.
Nero doesn’t really even hear the first time Prompto calls to him or tries the door. He’s just trying to find that sinking feeling and the uncomfortable onset of a panic attack.]
D-don’t come in! Something’s wrong with me!!
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We can't figure it out if you keep hiding. [ Not that he actually wants to see him again like that, but Prompto's just going to swallow it down. Weirder things have happened, he has to remind himself. Over and over again. ] Do you... should I do anything?
[ Maybe they should have taken a break. Maybe they should have let all of this wash over them to get back to the way things were. Or something. Prompto doesn't have any clue, and on top of that, his body really hurts. It's like he's been fighting daemons and wandering around Eos for a week straight with no real break aside from sleeping on the hard ground of a haven, but even then, he'd never fucked someone (something?) on top of that to the point of pain.
He sags a little, tapping at the door with his unoccupied hand. ]
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[Nero never thought he had such a problem with being different, but he never looked this different before. He’s not sure what to do or even if he wants to let Prompto help.What could even be done?]
If you want to leave, I’ll text you when I’m back to normal. I’m sorry if I hurt you.. [He starts to lean his forehead against the door but is stopped by his horns and looks down at his hands. How did he even grow his hand back? That wasn’t possible, was it??]
Maybe it’s just my genetics catching up with me. [Eventually he unlocks the door but he doesn’t open it. Nero sits on the edge of the bathtub, waiting to see if the blond might try the door again.]