[The smell of the food fills the air as Prompto opens up the container. Noah's eyes immediately dart for it. Shit, it all looks so good. Way better than the stuff the hospital's been giving him. He's mighty tempted to just grab it and start chowing down.
B-But...gotta be strong. Or something. Shit. That smells good. Try to distract himself-!]
Cuttin' down on calories by skippin' a meal. I also pierced m'tongue so eating's a bitch lately.
[he waves his hand about, sticking his tongue out. then, he's jumping up to sit up on the bed, tray in front of him.]
But that's my thin'. [he crosses his legs, smiling lightly at noah. he's trying hard] You should eat. Good nourishment helps with healin' faster, right?
[he raises an eyebrow at that. it's nice to see that with some food, noah becomes his usual self, regardless of the awkwardness between them. regardless of his injuries.]
[prompto's smile sticks through despite getting yelled at and having noah be annoyed at him. prompto feels more at ease, like things are going back to normal...]
Seriously, though. Good to see you're in high spirits.
... li-listen, Cloud's my real brother, sure, because we're related. There were a lot of things between us that I needed sorted out. With, with our mom, and how I'm part of the reason his family fell apart.
I didn't know how to be 'round him for it. It wasn't... easy, like with you and Dante. We know what it's like t'be unwanted.
There's a long pause from Noah, his expression is hard to read. It's as if he's going through each of the words, assessing. "Like with you and Dante", huh? He wonders if Dante spoke to him ... probably. The guy wasn't great at minding his own business.
...Wasn't his worst quality though.
He takes a deep breath. Sorting out his thoughts ]
...I'm used to getting thrown away. People get tired of me, or I become too much of a pain. [He gives a sad little headshake] Even Ari left, told me no when I asked to go with her...
So...when I think I see that writing on the wall, I cut and run. Easier to run than be left behind, you know?
[His running wasn't out of strength, really. If anything, his entire facade, the rough exterior- it was built out of fear. Fear of letting people close, of getting hurt.
Prompto managed to get his way past the exterior. The thick shielding. It...hurt more than he wanted to admit, to try to cut away. So, when he hears that? He feels himself getting choked up]
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B-But...gotta be strong. Or something. Shit. That smells good. Try to distract himself-!]
You're fasting...?
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[he waves his hand about, sticking his tongue out. then, he's jumping up to sit up on the bed, tray in front of him.]
But that's my thin'. [he crosses his legs, smiling lightly at noah. he's trying hard] You should eat. Good nourishment helps with healin' faster, right?
Think of all the p'ple who don't get t'eat...
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Why the fuck would you pierce your...
[FOOD GOES IN THERE??? WHY WOULD YOU INHIBIT YOUR ABILITY TO EAT??
But you know what? He's not gonna ask. Instead, the tray of food is too tempting, so he'll pick up a utensil and take a bite....
Then start inhaling it like he's a fucking blackhole. At least the attack didn't affect his appetite]
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Dude, I'm just too punk rock.
[he grabs the bottle of orange juice from the bag, opening it up and setting it down on the tray, too. natural, no pulp.]
Other than your injuries, we're kinda th'same now.
[points at his eyes] Guess some things've changed.
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Huh? What do you--
[He looks up to see Prompto's eyes. His eyes that were no longer gray, but the same purplish color as his]
--- The fuck?! How-??
Those aren't fucking cerulean!
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[he raises an eyebrow at that. it's nice to see that with some food, noah becomes his usual self, regardless of the awkwardness between them. regardless of his injuries.]
Yeah, figure m'disappointment, too.
Kinda cool, though.
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[The cerulean orbs man, they are in his dreams. His dreams]
But fucking seriously? Of all eye colours- they gave you mine? I thought they were supposed to be freaky colours they give out!
[Noah, your eyes are weird]
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[tilting his head though, he's not catching on to what noah means with that.]
Huh. So y'hate that we share eye color?
[nah, he knows it's not that dramatic]
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[Don't be so dramatic]
I hate that they're handing out my eye colour like a free gift bag! It's one of the few nice features I got going!!
[MY PRETTY EYES................okay so maybe he is vainer than he lets on]
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[that has prompto cracking up, falling backwards onto the bed, hand on his belly]
Ho-holy shit!
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OY! WHAT'S SO FUNNY!?
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[wheezing, picking himself up, but still lying on the bed on his side]
Y're pretty vain, Noah. Kinda cute. Don't worry, yours look better.
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Tch!
Whatever!
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Seriously, though. Good to see you're in high spirits.
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Why'd you come?
[His tone isn't hostile, but there's a slight defensiveness to it. He remembers what Dante told him, but there's still caution]
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[his smile filters down into something more moderate, because despite things seeming better, he knows they're not exactly on the best of terms.]
I can't do much about healin' powers or anythin' fancy like that, but... I'm not about to walk away from you forever.
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Even though you got a real brother now?
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I didn't know how to be 'round him for it. It wasn't... easy, like with you and Dante. We know what it's like t'be unwanted.
It's the last thing I ever wanted to make y'feel.
[...quietly, looking down at his lap] Sorry.
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There's a long pause from Noah, his expression is hard to read. It's as if he's going through each of the words, assessing. "Like with you and Dante", huh? He wonders if Dante spoke to him ... probably. The guy wasn't great at minding his own business.
...Wasn't his worst quality though.
He takes a deep breath. Sorting out his thoughts ]
...I'm used to getting thrown away. People get tired of me, or I become too much of a pain. [He gives a sad little headshake] Even Ari left, told me no when I asked to go with her...
So...when I think I see that writing on the wall, I cut and run. Easier to run than be left behind, you know?
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I'm sorry. I would never do this on purpose... and, I've missed you, truth b'told.
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Prompto managed to get his way past the exterior. The thick shielding. It...hurt more than he wanted to admit, to try to cut away. So, when he hears that? He feels himself getting choked up]
...Y-Yeah. I've missed you too.
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I promise.
[he looks up, hopeful]
...besides, eyes like this, we could get mistaken f'family, right?
[...no, not really, but he's trying]
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Okay. I'll hold ya to it...[a sniffle] big bro.
[That part gets a little scoff even as he's crying over here.]
N-Not really. But...my hair might turn white sometime...
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No matter. Family's family, and you'll still b'you.
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Yeah, I'll always be Noah.
[Family's family. Family. He tries to reach for the tissues on his bed stand]
Sorry I missed your birthday.
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