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Oh, wait, you mean Prompto?

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Yes.

[ He's not going to elaborate. But the kid (he's older than you damian) seemed rattled. ]

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[ Here Noctis's gaze lowers, injured arm braced against the table top as he picks at his food. ]

Yeah... I didn't run into him when he first got dropped off but I found him pretty quick afterwards. He's doing a lot better now. He's kind of an idiot sometimes so he's a real handful... but I've got his back.

... are you looking out for him too? That's pretty cool. [ Desire to talk about himself in any capacity? Gone. ]

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[ Well, it's easier to talk about that than himself or anyone else. ]

He seemed like he needed someone.

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[ ... ]

Yeah. Pretty sure he did.

Hey... I don't really have any ground to stand on when it comes to asking you for anything, but if I'm ever not around and you are can you keep an eye on him?

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[ It's a bad idea, Noctis. A terrible one. His track record with keeping anyone who matters alive is abysmal, but... ]

He's one of us, isn't he? I'll keep him safe.

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[ Then there's something they have in common. In his eyes? Someone else helping Prompto is a good thing, no matter who it is. He hardly feels like he can be picky in this place, and with how honest and unlikable Damian has been? It honestly makes him seem more trustworthy. ]

Thanks, I owe you. Lemme know if I can pay it back some time.

... does that mean you're looking out for anyone that's like us?

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[ he considers. ]

Matches Malone and Dick Grayson. They can more than handle themselves, but I suppose should anything happen to me then they'll need someone to watch them.

And unless they prove themselves to be a danger, yes.

stop flaunting your biceps

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Oh, Matches. Yeah, I know him already.

Okay, you've got my word then. I promise, Hafid. [ Another pause. ] Ahh, I'd shake on it, but...

youre just jealous noodle boy

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[ oh god what did jason do. ]

He's a handful. But I think he means well.

[ think being the key word. ]

I'd rather not.

https://i.gyazo.com/af755a896550e5990d5d92d299d48e87.png listen...

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Understatement. Talk about an annoying guy... but I'm pretty sure you're right, too. He may be a big troll but he seems pretty soft under all that.

[ What's with all these tsunderes. ]

I just said I wasn't going to. If I can avoid touching anybody like us I'm going to.

OMEN TRAILER DOESNT COUNT NOODLE BOY

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Soft in the head.

[ he holds up a hand, its covered in a flame-retardant glove. It might be grossly hot and his arms might be exposed, but he's not risking touching someone by accident. ]

I suggest you invest in a pair.

I'll work with what I have

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... you asked me to look out for him and you're being harsher about him than I am... Geeze. I don't have a disclaimer for Prompto, he's just a good person.

[ But the gloves hold his interest; there's an idea... ]

Oh. Hmm... yeah, seems pretty smart. How much were those?

smh i wont ruin ur fantasies

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He makes poor choices. [ He needs to be watched, he's not going to sugarcoat it. ] But he means well. Is that what you want me to say?

[ because he's still mad about the fucking dog theft, thank you jason. ]

Too much. You can find cheaper ones in the boutique. [ He has no idea why anyone would want flame retardant gloves other than 'they're cool' but they cost more than he wants to admit to. ]

my final fantasies

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You already said that. But it's cool. Like I said, I've talked to him so I know he's... [ Whatever... he is. Noctis waves a hand dismissively, rolling his shoulder in another half-shrug. ]

But you wanted the fancier ones?

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I wanted something sturdier.

[ jason is Something and it's really best to leave it at that. damian finally just waves the water back down and orders a strudel, since he's. resigning himself to this. intent on listening in. ]

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[ Strudel. He's actually ordering food. Noctis blinks once, honestly expecting Damian to leave but here he is committing to stay for at least that long. ]

Ah. Makes sense, I guess... I wear one back home to help with my grip and it has to be pretty tough too. It's a lot more stylish than that one but I figure you'll say that doesn't matter and that no one ever saved anybody by looking good.

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[ Stop taking the words out of his mouth. ]

There's nothing wrong with a little style. [ is what he amends it to instead. ] I don't have the resources to make proper armor yet.

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[ Noctis pauses, looking him over... ]

If there's nothing wrong with a little, where's yours?

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[ WOW. ]

Least I'm not clinging to the scene look.

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See, you act tough but you're still defensive over your look. Which weirdly makes you easier to talk to, so congrats.

Besides... I don't know what that means, so I'm immune. [ why does he sound proud ]

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[ god. ]

You're an idiot.

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I'm from an entirely different world. You're the idiot for going with a bad reference.

At least I know how to pick a conversation topic.

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You have a computer in your head, google it.

[ ??????????? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? ]

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Why would I want to learn about how you insulted me, especially after you told me to do it? How am I the idiot?

[ SENSE, I WANT SENSE ]

Pick something else to talk about!