[prompto decided that before going back to touch base with noctis at his place and have a good goddamn sleep after the day's events and his team actually getting somewhere, he's going to check on noah first. he wanted to follow after him back then at the subway, but prompto didn't know whether to leave his team or--what.]
[monsters still walk the city, but prompto's managed to sneak by without much preamble]
hey plz let me in theres so many monsters also i have food
[After his outburst, Noah had thought about taking a long walk to cool his head- but having monsters roam the city killed that idea real quick. He was hot headed, he wasn't suicidal. So instead, he went home and did the next thing that helps relax him: watch reality cooking shows.
When he gets the text, there's part of him that wants to ignore it, to try to push Prompto and the rest of the group away. But he's not so much of an asshole he'd leave Prompto out to get eaten by monsters so-
A moment later, the apartment front door buzzes as it unlocks so Prompto can come inside]
[prompto steps inside soon as he's buzzed in, closing the door behind him and grateful to be out of sight of potential monsters--annoying or deadly or otherwise. he climbs up the stairs and makes his way to noah's apartment, (if the door is open at his arrival) letting himself in.]
Hey! It's me. I got a bunch of donuts. You wouldn't believe the sale they got going right now!
[The door is unlocked, luckily! Inside there's Noah on the couch, with Tim and Tom sitting on pillows nearby. The place honestly looks somewhat messier than the last time Prompto visited: there's more dirty dishes in the sink, and more empty takeout boxes sitting around the trash. It's been a busy week, and living alone makes it all that much harder to keep up with that sort of stuff.
On the tv, he's got one of his reality cooking shows on, but it's been put on pause.]
[prompto plops himself down on the couch beside him, and puts the bag between them. this is what he could salvage from the wrecked place. they were still in their warm ovens, ready for the taking!]
[he doesn't have a tv. prompto pulls out a simple, no flavor donut and bites into it. still tastes good, despite being stolen.]
[however, he doesn't react to noah's almost accusing statement]
Well, yeah. I got worried. I wanted to check up on you, but we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm happy to just learn about this British baking show.
[munching on his plain donut, he watches as the judges very pleasantly go about the standards for the challenge. it's calming to hear the older lady go about the ingredients and such.]
[all this talk about indian food, and prompto doesn't feel like eating any more donuts. he eats the one he started with, but the bag has conveniently found a home pretty much over noah's lap.]
[prompto hums, puts elbow to the back of the cushion and presses his face to his knuckles, legs crossed as he leans into the couch]
Indian food is some of my favorite. I love all the spicy things. Samosas, and tikka masala... Eat some mint and everythin' explodes in y'mouth.
[he's kinda hungry]
[but after his comment, prompto keeps watching in silence. until he can't keep quiet despite his prior acknowledgement of not wanting to bring it up.]
Back in the subway, when the lady said... [look, prompto doesn't care to remember her name] You weren't wrong in getting angry. It bothered me, too.
[After that, he continues watching in silence. His guard has loosed up, but it's not entirely down. It's never entirely down. The donuts sit mostly untouched in his lap, he can always have them later, he supposes.
When Prompto finally brings up that topic again? He's...he's not surprised at all. It was the elephant in the room after all.
He pauses, trying to sort out his thoughts. How much he should share. How much he trusts Prompto.]
...I know. [He knows he's not wrong, and he knows Prompto is a good guy. At the same time, he knows his response was a little extreme, especially out of context.
He softly exhales through his nose]
...My parents...they didn't want me either, you know? Didn't even wait until I was old enough to remember me to ditch me.
[he offers, trying to be both comforting and funny. he knows it's not fair to just shove it all under a scope of humor, but prompto understands this feeling of not being cherished by the people one would think should.]
You're alright. I wouldn't replace you for anyone else, Noah.
[He doesn't pull away from that hand on his head. But he can't help but give a humorless snort at that]
Yeah, well, you're in the minority on that one.
[He's very sure lots of people would replace him, if given the chance.]
...Anyway, I ended up being one of those kids you hear on the news, you know, the trafficked ones? My parent either sold me or gave me away to someone who sold me, I dunno which. I didn't even have a real name until I was about seven, after I got away.
[He gives a small little sigh]
So yeah, hearing people described as "assets"? Just...reminded me of all that shit.
[prompto removes his hand in surprise, just looking over at noah with something akin to disbelief. but... prompto isn't so horrible he would think that noah is making this up. why would anyone want to make something like that up?]
That's fucked up.
[he speaks from a place of understanding--at least of empathizing, even if he would never be able to accurately put himself in that situation.]
--I meant what I said. You need anythin', I'm your guy. Kinda like family, right? I got your back.
[And he wasn't making it up. If anything, it probably explained a number of things about him. Why he was so hostile, so untrusting, so slow to warm up to people. It was hard to shake those times, to forget that the world could be such a cruel place for no good reason.
....
He gives a little nod at Prompto from under that hand. He did understand that. Prompto's always looked at him. He understood him, to some extent.]
...I know. You're....you kinda make me think of a weird big brother.
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after outburst + objective being met break time
[monsters still walk the city, but prompto's managed to sneak by without much preamble]
hey plz let me in theres so many monsters also i have food
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When he gets the text, there's part of him that wants to ignore it, to try to push Prompto and the rest of the group away. But he's not so much of an asshole he'd leave Prompto out to get eaten by monsters so-
A moment later, the apartment front door buzzes as it unlocks so Prompto can come inside]
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Hey! It's me. I got a bunch of donuts. You wouldn't believe the sale they got going right now!
What with all the destruction going on.
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On the tv, he's got one of his reality cooking shows on, but it's been put on pause.]
What kind?
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All sorts.
[he didn't really "buy" them noah, oh my god]
[prompto plops himself down on the couch beside him, and puts the bag between them. this is what he could salvage from the wrecked place. they were still in their warm ovens, ready for the taking!]
What are we watching?
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Just...that British baking show.
[He doesn't move to look in the bag however. He's not an idiot, he knows why Prompto is here]
Lemme guess. You're here to talk about what happened.
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[he doesn't have a tv. prompto pulls out a simple, no flavor donut and bites into it. still tastes good, despite being stolen.]
[however, he doesn't react to noah's almost accusing statement]
Well, yeah. I got worried. I wanted to check up on you, but we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm happy to just learn about this British baking show.
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So for a moment, he stalls]
It's...pretty straightforward. They have to bake a certain thing in the time limit, and have it be good.
Right now it's chocolate cakes.
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[he looks through the bag and brings out a chocolate-coated donut]
Here's a chocolate one, if you get a craving for it.
[arm on noah's shoulder as support, while prompto just presents the donut to him]
I bet it's wholesome too, right? British shows usually are.
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I guess? It's...calmer than American reality shows, for sure.
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[munching on his plain donut, he watches as the judges very pleasantly go about the standards for the challenge. it's calming to hear the older lady go about the ingredients and such.]
[he's invested now]
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[And yeah, it's real easy to get invested. As they show the contestants, he'll put to one]
...She's my favourite. Her family's from India, so she makes tons of Indian based foods. They sound really good.
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[prompto hums, puts elbow to the back of the cushion and presses his face to his knuckles, legs crossed as he leans into the couch]
Indian food is some of my favorite. I love all the spicy things. Samosas, and tikka masala... Eat some mint and everythin' explodes in y'mouth.
[he's kinda hungry]
[but after his comment, prompto keeps watching in silence. until he can't keep quiet despite his prior acknowledgement of not wanting to bring it up.]
Back in the subway, when the lady said... [look, prompto doesn't care to remember her name] You weren't wrong in getting angry. It bothered me, too.
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[After that, he continues watching in silence. His guard has loosed up, but it's not entirely down. It's never entirely down. The donuts sit mostly untouched in his lap, he can always have them later, he supposes.
When Prompto finally brings up that topic again? He's...he's not surprised at all. It was the elephant in the room after all.
He pauses, trying to sort out his thoughts. How much he should share. How much he trusts Prompto.]
...I know. [He knows he's not wrong, and he knows Prompto is a good guy. At the same time, he knows his response was a little extreme, especially out of context.
He softly exhales through his nose]
...My parents...they didn't want me either, you know? Didn't even wait until I was old enough to remember me to ditch me.
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Having parents is overrated anyway.
[he offers, trying to be both comforting and funny. he knows it's not fair to just shove it all under a scope of humor, but prompto understands this feeling of not being cherished by the people one would think should.]
You're alright. I wouldn't replace you for anyone else, Noah.
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Yeah, well, you're in the minority on that one.
[He's very sure lots of people would replace him, if given the chance.]
...Anyway, I ended up being one of those kids you hear on the news, you know, the trafficked ones? My parent either sold me or gave me away to someone who sold me, I dunno which. I didn't even have a real name until I was about seven, after I got away.
[He gives a small little sigh]
So yeah, hearing people described as "assets"? Just...reminded me of all that shit.
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[prompto removes his hand in surprise, just looking over at noah with something akin to disbelief. but... prompto isn't so horrible he would think that noah is making this up. why would anyone want to make something like that up?]
That's fucked up.
[he speaks from a place of understanding--at least of empathizing, even if he would never be able to accurately put himself in that situation.]
--I meant what I said. You need anythin', I'm your guy. Kinda like family, right? I got your back.
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[And he wasn't making it up. If anything, it probably explained a number of things about him. Why he was so hostile, so untrusting, so slow to warm up to people. It was hard to shake those times, to forget that the world could be such a cruel place for no good reason.
....
He gives a little nod at Prompto from under that hand. He did understand that. Prompto's always looked at him. He understood him, to some extent.]
...I know. You're....you kinda make me think of a weird big brother.
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[a sniffle]
I don't know if I'm big brother material, but that means a lot. I promise to do my best to honor how you feel.
It's... hard to ignore it, but the past's the past. Right now? You mean something to people. You're someone important. At least, to me.
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[HE SAYS SO IN A LOVINGLY TSUNDERE WAY. Biting into a donut now because sharing feelings are Hard.]
...Thanks.
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You're welcome, dude. If life gets you down, just let me know. I'll vouch for you. Who cares if some old lady got mad?
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Well, hopefully not the rest of the group....
[He does appreciate Prompto's sentiment though. He sounds even a little happier. a little]