Huh? That worked? Seriously? And of course it's when Noct and Ignis aren't around to see it! A flash of longing and sadness mingles on his face for the briefest of moments before he reminds himself that Gladio is here. He's not alone and he can put off the negative thoughts until he is. With a split-second of visible effort he builds up his emotional wall and falls back into his well-practiced part of Prompto the Clown. Between the sun and the frenzied heat building up under his skin it's pretty easy to fall back into role for once and he decides not to think about that too much. His inward battle lasts mere moments before he focuses on taking advantage of his new position on top of his favorite tank. It comes with a pretty good view after all.
With a smug grin Prompto whistles a victory fanfare even and he rolls his hips up to sit on Gladio's lap. If he wants proof to eventually show the guys he's going to have to act QUICK. Luckily he explored his Watch early, familiarizing himself with the camera shortcuts so he can snap photos on the fly. He uses this new skill as he sits back, straightening up and taking a burst of pics before his buddy can stop it. Once done he crosses his arms over his chest, tilts his head and answers the former question with an eyeroll.]
Nah man, I go round aaaall the time promoting stuff I don’t ever try. Seriously, dude, of course I had some. It was a juicy and delicious spiced meat extravaganza on my taste buds. It’s not like it’s poison. [He hesitates and raises an eyebrow, looking worried as he registers that maybe there's worry in that question. That tone say he did something wrong.] Oh em gee, please tell me it's not poison!
[Maybe it was ‘cause it’d explain his pulse picking up in a way he knows isn’t his anxiety spiking. Anxiety has never felt this good and usually didn’t come with the urge to rub his hands over his hot friend's abs, and dammit maybe he really should move off the guy but the feel of the Shield underneath him is just too comfortable. He squirms to try to get some of the nervous energy out but it's. just not. going.away.]
If it's all the same to you, Gladio, if I die here tell the others I died doing something awesome, would ya?
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With a smug grin Prompto whistles a victory fanfare even and he rolls his hips up to sit on Gladio's lap. If he wants proof to eventually show the guys he's going to have to act QUICK. Luckily he explored his Watch early, familiarizing himself with the camera shortcuts so he can snap photos on the fly. He uses this new skill as he sits back, straightening up and taking a burst of pics before his buddy can stop it. Once done he crosses his arms over his chest, tilts his head and answers the former question with an eyeroll.]
Nah man, I go round aaaall the time promoting stuff I don’t ever try. Seriously, dude, of course I had some. It was a juicy and delicious spiced meat extravaganza on my taste buds. It’s not like it’s poison. [He hesitates and raises an eyebrow, looking worried as he registers that maybe there's worry in that question. That tone say he did something wrong.] Oh em gee, please tell me it's not poison!
[Maybe it was ‘cause it’d explain his pulse picking up in a way he knows isn’t his anxiety spiking. Anxiety has never felt this good and usually didn’t come with the urge to rub his hands over his hot friend's abs, and dammit maybe he really should move off the guy but the feel of the Shield underneath him is just too comfortable. He squirms to try to get some of the nervous energy out but it's. just not. going.away.]
If it's all the same to you, Gladio, if I die here tell the others I died doing something awesome, would ya?