(leans onto the arm of the chair, shallowly nodding at the big reveal. right, he should do his best to feign ignorance where this is concerned — shouldn't he? is that what a good friend would do, or would they come right out and say "yeah, i kind of figured"?
hank would surely choose the latter. so, naturally, he chooses the opposite.)
Well, I'm very flattered you've decided you can trust me. Thank you, Noctis.
(forgets to ask what he is, because it's just. so obvious to him at this point idfk.)
Would you like a tea or coffee? Juice, maybe? I don't have any energy drinks.
(nnnnnnnnnnyes, yeah, definitely. connor almost chuckles, but it sticks in his throat and comes out an awkward smile instead. he's never really laughed, even if noctis makes him want to try sometimes.)
I had a hunch.
(why is he sitting? to absorb the impact of the news? he stands after a moment, intent on that juice.)
You're trying to keep it a secret, so I didn't want to bring it up. I won't tell anyone either.
Well you can bring it up if you know, that just makes me feel like more of an asshole for lying about it... Plus it was wasted effort.
[ a moment of silence for the fact that he put effort into that ]
Ah, the rest of what I've said was true, though... Prompto's still my best friend; we met in high school. He signed on to be one of my guards so he could stick close and travel with us.
[ It's an entirely genuine sense of gratitude, too, a sweet moment mixed with relief that's wholly dashed when he brings up Prompto. Right, he spoke to them... ]
Yeah? Yeah... of course I remember. Why are you bringing it up now?
(noctis' tells are many and in an honest conversation like this they're crucial in knowing precisely how he feels about the situation with prompto. the results he comes back with after a brief pause, eyes searching the conflict dawning on his friend's face and the posture he unwittingly sinks into when their meeting is mentioned.
not good.)
I promised Prompto I wouldn't say anything to you; I lied. Markus did, however, give him time to sort through his thoughts. So in an effort to respect both you and Markus' wishes, I'll be giving him the next week to decide.
(turning, after a moment, to face him with a rather blasé expression. prompto's concerns don't bother him and are merely existential in nature, that much is obvious — in a way, his indifference is a silent bid for noctis not to worry on its own. as is his loyalty, unwavering even at the risk of sacrificing a potential friendship.
he doesn't mind, if it makes this young king feel at ease with everything else on his plate.)
Waiting is painful, I know. But you won't have to for very much longer.
[ Well, if he'd needed any further confirmation that Prompto had spoken to Markus and Connor about something which he hadn't brought up with him directly, there it is. And... it'd be lying for him to say it doesn't sting, because of course it does. They've always trusted each other with what's going on in their lives (if not always their feelings), and even when it was a royal matter that Noctis couldn't properly explain he still wouldn't keep it secret. ]
What--?
Connor, listen... If this is about Niflheim, he told me. That he went there, that he learned that the MTs were made from humans. And I get why he'd wanna' talk to you guys about that, but he let me know already.
(connor doesn't linger, making his way to the fridge to get noctis some of the orange juice tucked back and away from the other items kicking around in there. just staring at him while he tries to sort this out would be odd, even if he wants to return to his side quickly.
pouring two glasses full, he's back and seating himself closer. they occupy two seats and two coasters, strategically placed by the more decor-conscious of roommates.)
It's personal, so I don't want to interfere or make it my business when it's not, but I can see how it's weighing on you.
[ Noctis sits squarely in the center of his chosen cushion, perfectly avoiding the throw pillows with his positioning as if he's been doing it his whole life. How did he ever think the guard excuse would work. ]
... hah? Wait, are you serious? There's-- [ --more? More that Prompto told Connor but not him, and it takes him a moment to get a lid on his temper. He turns his head away, brow furrowed. ]
Neither do I, but that's because what he confided in Markus and I wasn't new or startling for us to hear.
(watching noctis struggle with the new information is regrettable, wanting desperately to blurt out the reason why — markus would have words for him, though, if he betrayed trust like that.
so connor finds a loophole, telling him while not.)
We're unaffiliated with your world, which may be why I can't understand... (raises his juice, pressing the rim of the glass to his bottom lip while he continues his thought, before finally sipping at it.) Honestly, though, I just don't think the issue necessitates this much buildup.
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(leans onto the arm of the chair, shallowly nodding at the big reveal. right, he should do his best to feign ignorance where this is concerned — shouldn't he? is that what a good friend would do, or would they come right out and say "yeah, i kind of figured"?
hank would surely choose the latter. so, naturally, he chooses the opposite.)
Well, I'm very flattered you've decided you can trust me. Thank you, Noctis.
(forgets to ask what he is, because it's just. so obvious to him at this point idfk.)
Would you like a tea or coffee? Juice, maybe? I don't have any energy drinks.
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[ --being asked if he wants a beverage.
Oh.
Okay. ... wait, what? ] Uh... I mean-- No, I'm good.
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You already knew, huh.
[ uggggh ]
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I had a hunch.
(why is he sitting? to absorb the impact of the news? he stands after a moment, intent on that juice.)
You're trying to keep it a secret, so I didn't want to bring it up. I won't tell anyone either.
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[ a moment of silence for the fact that he put effort into that ]
Ah, the rest of what I've said was true, though... Prompto's still my best friend; we met in high school. He signed on to be one of my guards so he could stick close and travel with us.
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...
Noctis, you're aware that Markus and I had a conversation with Prompto. You were reading our correspondence with him, right?
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[ It's an entirely genuine sense of gratitude, too, a sweet moment mixed with relief that's wholly dashed when he brings up Prompto. Right, he spoke to them... ]
Yeah? Yeah... of course I remember. Why are you bringing it up now?
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not good.)
I promised Prompto I wouldn't say anything to you; I lied. Markus did, however, give him time to sort through his thoughts. So in an effort to respect both you and Markus' wishes, I'll be giving him the next week to decide.
(turning, after a moment, to face him with a rather blasé expression. prompto's concerns don't bother him and are merely existential in nature, that much is obvious — in a way, his indifference is a silent bid for noctis not to worry on its own. as is his loyalty, unwavering even at the risk of sacrificing a potential friendship.
he doesn't mind, if it makes this young king feel at ease with everything else on his plate.)
Waiting is painful, I know. But you won't have to for very much longer.
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What--?
Connor, listen... If this is about Niflheim, he told me. That he went there, that he learned that the MTs were made from humans. And I get why he'd wanna' talk to you guys about that, but he let me know already.
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(connor doesn't linger, making his way to the fridge to get noctis some of the orange juice tucked back and away from the other items kicking around in there. just staring at him while he tries to sort this out would be odd, even if he wants to return to his side quickly.
pouring two glasses full, he's back and seating himself closer. they occupy two seats and two coasters, strategically placed by the more decor-conscious of roommates.)
It's personal, so I don't want to interfere or make it my business when it's not, but I can see how it's weighing on you.
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... hah? Wait, are you serious? There's-- [ --more? More that Prompto told Connor but not him, and it takes him a moment to get a lid on his temper. He turns his head away, brow furrowed. ]
I don't get it.
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(watching noctis struggle with the new information is regrettable, wanting desperately to blurt out the reason why — markus would have words for him, though, if he betrayed trust like that.
so connor finds a loophole, telling him while not.)
We're unaffiliated with your world, which may be why I can't understand... (raises his juice, pressing the rim of the glass to his bottom lip while he continues his thought, before finally sipping at it.) Honestly, though, I just don't think the issue necessitates this much buildup.