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[prompto went in first into the house, rushing into the rooms, opening doors, and checking out everything with the excitement that he is well known for. despite the circumstances, despite the elephant(s) in the room. it's good to have a semblance of being somewhere that they can call their own. even with the furniture looking all strange and the rounded features a lot less common than the sleek, sharp corners he's grown to know.]

[he heads to the rest, with a bit of a frown, counting on his fingers... then counting again]

There's only four bedrooms.

[then points at himself]

--does that make me the odd one out?

[IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE THAT GUY, DON'T SUGGEST IT]

Would you... need some help?

[it's not that prompto didn't approach noctis' dad because he didn't want to. in part, it's very much because prompto is not so good at handling royalty that acts like it. noctis is a different matter altogether. but, halfway through their first day into this house they've claimed, prompto's decided that he needs to make the effort.]

[which he does, by approaching regis while he prepares coffee for them all, quiet and polite not just in his words and tone, but in how he stands, too.]

Hm? Oh, Prompto!

[The sudden question shakes Regis gently from his somewhat somber thoughts. Despite his obvious joy to see these stalwart lads again, Regis cannot help but feel a tad morose. This celebration would be better felt if all of them weren't trapped in this hell and if everyone was here. His heart goes out to Gladiolus who skillfully hides his gloom behind brooding amiability. He feels for the Amicitia and his heart aches quite a bit.]

I don't mind the help. [He says with a gentle smile as he fetches the mugs from the cabinets. There's two black mugs that belong to himself and his son, a white one he fetched for Luna days ago, along with a blue and green one he acquired weeks ago. There's a red mug and another black mug within the cabinet that lingers behind. It's as if Regis is saving those two for someone.]

I swear the least I could do is make some coffee and tea--!

[Regis shaky hands slip off the handle of his mug sending the empty porcelain cup tumbling down towards the floor. If Argentum is quick, he just might catch it.]

[prompto is fast enough as to catch the cup with both his hands. he kind of saw it coming, considering how many cups the old king tried to handle. this cup rescue also puts him at the vantage point where the knee brace is a Real Thing.]

[prompto gulps, still at odds with how to handle royalty of this caliber, and straightens up, setting the cup down on the counter.]

Here you go, sir. Your ...highness?

[he's sure someone would be scolding him by now for not knowing how to refer to the king, oh gods.]

I can help get the water boiling.

[since this place seems to not be unlike a kitchen]

[A jovial chuckle escapes Regis once he hears the awkward title slip off Prompto's tongue. The boy very unused to royalty but he learned quickly from Gladiolus and Ignis. However, there's no need for titles here in Hadriel of all places. The Kingdom of Lucis has fallen and his legacy has been left to Noctis. That's why he smiles at the youth so kindly as he decides to introduce himself plainly.]

Regis. [He says quietly with a budding grin upon his lips.] Please feel at ease to refer to me without title, Prompto.

I owe you and the others that much in friendliness considering the responiblities I thrust upon all of you.

[The leg brace is indeed real and Regis does walk with a notable limp.]

Ah, yes! Get that water boiling or else this coffee will come far too late.

Re- Regis, then.

[he does a soft sound of understanding at that, feeling a bit out of place for excluding any titles from regis' name. so is as the king asked... who is he to say no?]

[he quickly gets on to turn on the stove, to get water in a kettle and to start heating up.]

[after a moment of staring down at the kettle, he speaks.]

It's not like we unwillingly went along with Noct. I guess, in a way, sending us with him... You saved us, didn't you?

[The slight hesitance makes him smile some. Prompto is a jumpy and nervous lad with a good heart but he's far too anxious. Regis knows in time the blond will eventually calm down but he knows that day is nowhere soon. So, Regis needs to be patient and careful lest he wishes to scare the freckled youth away.

When the boy turns to the stove, Regis peeks at him from the corners of his eyes and chuckles. So many freckles! The poor lad clearly been sunkissed since birth. He's quite the opposite to his bloodline of kings who were all fair-skinned and dark haired. Whenever Noct and Prompto stand side-by-side they look like night & day.

The thought makes him smile some.]

Oh? [He glances at Prompto again when the youth speaks.] That was...certainly my intention.

I sent all of you away, even Cor Leonis. I wanted no harm to befall any of you. This is...the honest truth.

[a smarter man like ignis would have had this figured out easily--what the king's intentions had been before the fall of insomnia. hell, gladiolus probably figured it out the instant it became clear what had happened. prompto, for his part, took longer to grasp it.]

[as much as prompto seems the type to spook easily and find a quick excuse to dismiss himself, he does well in keeping himself grounded in place. he won't run away from a conversation.]

Then... In that case, [he turns to face the king (kingdom or not, regis is his king; noctis is his prince) and does a bit of a bow--a clumsy and unpracticed one] thank you. I... can't imagine it was an easy decision at all.

[he hates how formal he sounds. his expression twists and turns as it normally does, prompto's heart ever on his sleeve, implying his sadness at the situation and discontent at -- at not finding the words.]

[The king could only sigh and chuckle at Prompto. Regis doesn't doubt the boy's sincerity, even if the youth is quite inelegant expressing his gratitude. He could see the honesty in the youth's eyes and that's all that matters to Regis.]

[That's why the old king reaches out and pats Prompto's shoulder in hopes of coaxing him out of that formal guise.]

Your gratitude is felt, Sir Argentum. [Regis says with such a smile as he tries not to think of the grievous deed done unto him upon that fateful day. The poor man suffers in silence in regards to his painful murder. Not even Noct truly realizes just how much he endured.] I'm merely thankful that you remained by my son's side throughout his perilous journey.

Gladiolus, Ignis and you have all done my Royal House a great justice.

[prompto does tense up at the touch, but... relaxes after a moment. the king's just trying to get him to stop being so dang nervous and react more naturally around him. it makes sense, honestly. but although prompto knows this, he can't bring himself to react differently--at least not yet.]

Of course. Noct is my best friend, I would never leave his side. Especially, with...

[he keeps coming back to these difficult topics]

[angrily bites the inside of his cheek, looking down, before he hurriedly looks back up again at the king]

Please call me Prompto! I'm... [voice quieting] not really a 'sir' or anything.

[fool, that's just the king talking...]

[Eventually, Regis hopes that the young man will overcome his nervousness around him. He would hate to be the source of Prompto's never ending anxiety just because of his presence alone. That would actually make Regis quite sad.]

A fine friend you are too--

[He actually jumps a little in surprise when the blond suddenly yells his name. A lighthearted chuckle is heard a moment later once the king realizes that Prompto is just nervous.

Oh well, 'Prompto' it is. I merely didn't want to be too forward.

[He laughs awkwardly as he let's his hand slide off the blond's shoulder. That's when he notices the bubbling pot beside them.]

Ah, Prompto?

[Regis points to the stove.]

[prompto bumbles about when he's signalled about the pot, a little embarrassed about it--but managing to remove it from the stove with little incident]

Sorry... That was faster than I expected...

[he apologises not because it's needed, but because he's still a bit torn on how to behave around the old king. he's trying his best, though! especially from what he remembers ignis doing when serving them tea and coffee before, so he pours the water onto the cups on the counter.]

How many of us want tea, or coffee?

for regis:

[ Gladio would be very glad to never speak of what went on when he and Regis first spoke in Hadriel. He'd be much more than happy to just forget the whole deal happened, in fact, that's been entirely what he's been going for since they moved to the house they're all staying in. It might be a little awkward, talking to Noct, sticking with Prompto and even getting to know Lunafreya, but Glaido has so far been doing an A+ job of steering clear of the monarch in a way that can only be described as hugely obvious.

It's nothing personal against His Majesty, Gladios's just never stuck his foot so far into his mouth before. And quite frankly, looking at Regis without the familiar sight of Clarus Amicitia by his side just seems wrong. The less he thinks about his father the better.

Yeah, that's not gonna fly for long. Even Gladio knows it, but he's trying to avoid it as much as he can. Unfortunately that also means he less-than-subtly excused himself from the house after claiming he had to go "check the weather." It's a cave, Gladio. It doesn't exactly change much.

Thus, Gladio lingers outside, mentally berating himself for ignoring the pink garula in the room. He can't go on like this, much less if he wants to keep helping Noct. He's got no room to stand on, lecturing the young prince, when Gladio himself can't even hold a conversation with their monarch without finding a convenient excuse to leave. ]

Dammit. [ He sighs, running a hand through his buzzed hair. If Ignis were here, he'd probably make Gladiolus speak to His Majesty. "You've no one to blame but yourself," he'd say, smug as ever. Gladio frowns. What is it with his brain today, reminding him all the ways he fucked up? ] Dammit!

for everyone: let's get down to business to defeat the niffs

[ Okay, sure, there's no obvious enemies here in Hadriel, but that doesn't mean Gladio is going to slack off on his training. And neither should anyone else, in fact! There isn't exactly a ton of room in their apartment for weight lifting or any serious cardio, but Gladio has grabbed a towel from his room and temporarily carved himself a little corner of the living area for a workout. You can bet your ass Noct and Prompto aren't getting out of skipping this-- Regis and Lunafreya are free to join him too, of course.

After a few sets of push-ups, Gladio stands and wipes his brow, tossing any of them a look. ]

Here, grab a towel. You can spot me for sit-ups.

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[In the middle of this heartfelt reunion and cheer, Regis watches worriedly as Gladiolus suddenly takes his leave. He's quiet as he watches the youth exit, his eyes searching for anything to hint towards the dark mood that claims him. It doesn't take a scholar to figure out something is amiss, especially since they're stuck in a cave. There's no weather for them to be concerned about other than the annoying chill that haunts.

After a few moments of silence on his part, Regis stands slowly from his chair. He gives Noctis and the others a kind smile before leaving to quell their worries. He's just going out to have a little chat with Gladiolus, nothing worth getting excited over.

Regis hoped to have hashed things out sooner between them but the king didn't want to do so with everyone watching. If there's one thing Regis knows about the Amicitias is that the value their pride. Discussing such a personal matter in public would break Gladiolus and Regis truly doesn't want to hurt him. That's why he ventures outside in hopes of discussing this matter in private away from prying eyes.]

Gladiolus? [He calls the man's name gently without his usual sterness.] Is all...well?

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[ Embarrassing is probably the word the Amicitias use when it comes to addressing their feelings. Emotions aren't of any particular use to the king, after all, and a good shield is only as good as his value to the king. It's a point of pride. ]

Shit-- [ He certainly doesn't mean for Regis to hear that, nor did he expect to be followed outside, though perhaps he should have knows better. ] Your Majesty?

[ Gladio turns around, faced once again with the vision of the king they'd all but buried when news of Insomnia's demise hit their ears. And once again, the space by Regis' side where Clarus should be remains vacant. A king without his shield. It isn't right. Gladio looks away, waving off his concern but still turning back around to gaze up at... well, the ceiling. This ceiling is just so interesting, Reggie. ]

Nah, it's nothing. Just... just getting some air.

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There's not much in means of air here.

[Regis admits with something akin to worry upon his face. He steps a little closer to Gladiolus but eventually halts once they're within arm's length. The king tries his best to stop himself from glancing towards his right. It's a habit of his, one that Gladiolus could easily guess why. Clarus always used to stand towards the right of Regis, silent and unyielding. While he hardly uttered a word, Clarus' presence was always felt. To have him missing now is nothing short of a tragedy.]

Gladiolus, be true. I know what ails you. [He pleads once the young Amicitia glances upward.] Believe when I say I mourn his passing every waking moment.

[A tense gasp escapes Regis as he tries to speak.]

Clarus fought valiantly for King and Country until his dying breath. Try as I might to steer him away from what would be my execution; he chose stay and fight by my side one last time. [A shudder of a sigh passes through his lips as he tries to find calm. He could feel the gloom nipping at his heart again; a persistent feeling that haunts him daily. Regis stares at Gladiolus with such melancholy.]

It pains me that he's not here to greet you. It pains me that I'm here in his stead. I...deeply apologize.

[ Even from the corner of his eye, that little habit isn't lost on Gladio. It must be strange for Regis, but seeing his father at the right of the king is all Gladiolus has known. The king's words hit him dead on, it's not like he was doing a very good job of hiding it. Still, Gladio can't bear to look at him, instead he just sucks in a sharp breath. He really didn't want to think about his father, but that's just not an option, now. ]

I wouldn't expect anything less from my old man.

[ Gladio forces the words out, doing his best to keep his voice steady. Gladio is good at this, it was a skill passed down by his father. Stoicism was a highly admired trait among Amicitias, after all. They have to be their king's bulwark, ever stalwart by his side.

But the rest of Regis' words give Gladio pause. It's true that Gladiolus would be overjoyed to see his father again, but even now there's a small part of Gladio that can't believe he's really gone. Hearing the king himself speak the words weakens Gladio's resolve. He's done such a good job of keeping it together until now, but he can practically hear his father's stern voice in his head, telling him to stand up straight and do his duty. ]

Sir, I... He wouldn't want that. [ Finally, Gladio turns around and really looks at Regis before him. It's hard. Gladio can feel his voice shake like he's a child again. Only this time, his father isn't there to tell him to tie his shoelaces and look presentable for Regis Lucis Caelum. ] Don't-- don't apologize.

[Regis' brow knit together with worry once Gladiolus finally faces him. He could tell that the poor man's resolve is crumbling under the sheer weight of his sorrow just from his voice alone. There's true melancholy there, a sadness so deep that it threatens to swallow Gladious whole. Regis can't imagine how long Gladiolus been putting up a brave face for Noctis' sake. Under all that brooding masculinity and roughness beats the heart of a son who lost his father. It's because of this truth that Regis finds his heart breaking some.]

That I realize but I still can't help but mourn him. [He sighs deeply as he steps closer to Gladiolus.] You a good man, Gladiolus. A good son. Clarus would've been proud to know that you upheld your oath.

[A faint smile tugs at his lips now.]

While he was a man of few words, I know Clarus was quite proud of his only son. Take heart knowing that your father loved you.

[ It's too much. Too much seeing Regis here, too much knowing his father was not. The pain Gladio's tried to push down for so long, the sadness and sorrow he'd hidden for Iris' sake, for Noct's, hell even for himself... it all starts to break free by degrees. Gladio blinks hard, still trying despite all lack of hope, to somehow will his father into existence by the king's side. He fails, of course. Even standing up straight, with eyes and lips trembling, Clarus Amicitia would never return.

The fact that he's gone is all the proof Gladiolus needs to know Regis was truly dead, too. ]

Y-your Majesty, I. [ His voice wavers. He feels as though he isn't the king's shield like this, tears slipping down his cheeks, and arms itching to just reach out and seek comfort in the man before him. For all his bluster, Gladiolus feels now as though he's just a boy. Clarus' son. It's a good thing Regis says what he does because Gladio feels pretty far from making his father proud right now. His father loved him, they never said so often or shared much besides simple greetings once Gladio moved out and became old enough to stay by Noct's side full-time, but no one knew Clarus better than Regis Lucis Caelum. If he said it, if he had known it, it had to be true. ] I...

[ Gladio brings an arm up to his face to wipe his tears, all the while trying his best breathe deep and stop himself from shaking but it's futile. He sobs into his hands, even takes a slight step away as he's ever dutiful in not overstepping his bounds. Honestly, Gladio, you're too stubborn for your own good. ]

[When Gladiolus' lip starts to tremble and the tears start to flow, Regis closes the gap between them and embraces the man. He gently pulls Gladiolus down to his shoulder in hopes of shielding his tears from others. While Gladiolus is quite tall and burly, Regis does his best to comfort the young man with a fatherly hug. He doesn't want anyone to see Gladiolus' grief and will do his damnest to hide his shame from view. His voice is kind and soothing as he tries to comfort Gladio. Regis might be a king but he's a much better father than he is a king.

He just has that paternal knack that some men lack, that empathetic ability to shoulder any tribulations that come. It also helps that Regis is naturally nurturing and caring to a fault. He's gentle and sweet under that stony mask he wears. Regis is very kind and quite eager to ease all the hurts and pains away.]

[The king remembers when Gladiolus was a little ball of fire and gruff that used to shadow his father's very move. It was utterly adorable and often did Regis joke that Clarus had his own personal bodyguard in the form of little Gladio. He loves this child as much as he loves his own, so his heart aches to see Gladiolus sobbing like this.]

Shh. [Regis whispers softly as he strokes Gladiolus' back ever so gently.] I know it hurts, dear Gladio. I know...

He... he...

[ Gladio squeezes Regis tight, the hug his father can never give him, not anymore. They were never overly affectionate between them, Gladio's own father hadn't held him like this since he was a boy. But he feels like one now, falling apart like this now that the reality of it all is plain to see. At least he feels safe, too. He doesn't have to be strong for once. He can just be. ]

I always knew... we always knew he would... [ He speaks between short breaths, sniffling almost sounds strange for someone with such a deep, demanding voice otherwise. He wishes he could say he shed these tears when he was young enough to understand that his duty meant laying his life down for the Lucis Caelum line, but nothing can really prepare a boy to lose his father. He's got a whole childhood of tears to shed here, unfortunately. ] Dammit...

[prompto does what he does best, and glances around himself incredulously, hoping to find--someone else gladiolus could possibly be talking to. it's with a grimace that he figures it's him he's talking to...]

[and so prompto, making a bit of a face, heads on over and does as instructed.]

[he should not have tried to find a snack in the kitchen to be honest... regrets]

I think I shouldn't be exerting myself too much yet...

[he's got cuts on his face, not a twisted ankle or anything, geez prompto]

But I'll spot ya!

[plz god]

Heh, that so?

[ Gladio shoots him a glance, raising an eyebrow. Prompto is still pretty shaken up, but he's not visibly injured.... So he's just lazy or scared. Gladio is not surprised.

But working out puts him in a good mood so he'll be more of an asshole later. Not right now, though. He smirks and throws his towel at Prompto's face. (This is what friends do!) ]

Come on over, then. Maybe we can swap place later.

[that's a towel to his face, which he does not catch, but does rumple it in his hands before placing it over his shoulders]

Be nice to me...

[he's already whining, which is usually a bad sign. but he still does as told, walking over to where gladiolus is]

What do you want me to do?

[yeah, play dumb]

[ Gladio laughs. Prompto and whining go hand in hand, how could he expect any less? ]

I'm gonna lay down on my back and I want you to sit on my feet. [ Does he really need to be told here? It's not like Gladio needs someone to spot him, really. He could probably do sit-ups in zero gravity. ]

Makes it easier to pull myself up. Watch and learn.

You want me to, oh man, it's not even a suggestion...

[so, prompto does as told, fixing himself down to sit by gladiolus' feet, putting his weight down on his hand over his feet. this is the usual, to be honest, but most of the time it was ignis who would casually sit on the broader man in a nonchalant manner.]

[prompto's got the impression that gladiolus doesn't really need him to do this.]

Am I just going to witness you making this seem a lot easier than what it really is? I'm pretty sure that's what going to be happening.

What gave you that idea?

[ Gladio smirks. It's true, Iggy is his preferred workout partner ~~(cough cough)~~ but Prompto makes a fine alternative considering the lack of their bespectacled companion. And yeah, he'd be fine without someone to spot him, but where's the fun in that? ]

Best way to work your abs. [ Gladio starts his first sit up, obviously not breaking a sweat. ] I could probably bench press you, you're so scrawny.

[prompto keeps a blank expression on at gladiolus' obvious no sweat venture into sits ups (prompto can't even do one as smoothly as that!), but he blanches at the proposition.]

I'm not scrawny!

[that was a little too loud and a little too defensive]

--well, [quieter] okay, maybe a little, in comparison, but I do what I can!

[he's definitely pouting]

Yeah, you got the whole pipsqueak look going for you, I don't doubt it.

[ It's... not wholly an insult? But whatever, Gladio does a few sit-ups no problem, counting 'em off, two, three, four. ]

You don't have to be as tough as me. But it wouldn't hurt, huh?

[if there was any doubt that he was pouting a few seconds ago (there wasn't), then there's definite proof that he is now (pouting intensifies). it's one thing to be told he needs to buff up, but to be called a pipsqueak... come on!]

[in the end, prompto knows gladiolus has his best interests in mind.]

Yeah, I guess. [pout-like... but he's not without considering his words.] Maybe I should get a bit tougher, since we're here...

Now's as good a time as any to get started.

[ Gladio shoots him a knowing smile. He really does care, even as he mutters five, six, seven, and does a few more. ]

You kept up with all of us before we got here, so your endurance 's fine. Just gotta work on putting on some muscle.

[ Aww, you see? A compliment. ]

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[prompto does smile back at that, feeling a trickle of importance and care. they've come this far to not feel like family, to be honest. prompto will be the first to not shame away from that kind of admittance.]

Right.

[he nods]

Maybe you could train me some?

[ Gladio smirks into another sit up. Yeah, he actually knows how to compliment people. He just chooses not to most of the time. ]

Sure. [ Another sit-up. This is like, seriously no problem. ] You'll have a one-up on Noct once he gets his head outta his ass.

[ He'll train all of y'all. He'll even train Regis if he's gotta. ]

Man, speaking of Noct...

[prompto dwells on this, lips closed into a thin line as he clearly considers what to say. gladiolus does like a hundred easy sit-ups in the time it takes prompto to process this]

I know it's none of my business, but you really went a bit too hard on him. I've never seen him that bruised up.

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[ Gladio looks down, avoiding Prompto's gaze. It's true, he probably got a little carried away. He could've gone easier on him, but would that have gotten the point across? ]

He could've fought back a little more.

[ Another sit up, two this time without saying a word. ]

Never seen him get this bad. I just flipped.

[prompto does not attempt to rub salt in the wound any more than what gladiolus already is doing to himself. that's the thing about him; he never seeks to shame or judge his friends. he may question some choice words and actions, sure, but he respects their friendship with one another as he hopes they do for him, too.]

Hn. [a nod] I probably would have reacted the same way were I in your shoes.

[offers gladiolus a smile when he sits up, hopefully meeting his gaze this time]

But you guys are okay, right?

[ Doesn't help that he brought up the shit with his dad. Everyone knows you do not ask Gladio about his dad. ]

Well, you'd probably been a bit... less.

[ Less extra, lbr. But Gladio doesn't berate himself for long, he's not the kind of guy who'd show it even if he did. He shoots Prompto a smile and goes down and up for another situp. ]

Yeah, we're good. I've had my time to cool off and Noct's had his little break. He knows I only give him shit because it's what he needs to hear.

[ Sometimes. ]

He's super high maintenance, that friend of ours.

[prompto continues to jest, only doing so to let gladiolus know that in no way is he questioning or judging the crownsguard's methods of motivating his royal highness. if it's what noctis needs, gladiolus would know.]

It seemed like he really needed that kinda help.

[and then, knocking back an awkward grin, eyes shifting to the side of the room--even if no one's around]

Have you spoken to His Majesty...? The King. [apparently he needed to clarify]

Our very own whiny Prince of Lucis.

[ Gladio smiles, fondness in his tone despite his less-than-friendly words. That's just how it is with him. Words don't matter nearly as much as actions. It's definitely a strength when it comes to dealing with Noct, that's for sure.

Gladio goes down and up for another situp, taking a breath with the movement. His eyes get distant for a bit, thinking back to his conversation with Regis. The look on his face says all he really has to say. ]

Ah... yeah. He and I had a talk.

[prompto catches on to that, but he doesn't want gladiolus to have to share anything he's otherwise uncomfortable or upset about. which is why, instead, he leaves the option open if he wanted to talk--and includes his own spin]

Yeah? What about? --I talked to him too, and he said I could call him Regis...? Is that a good thing or a bad thing, oi?!

[ Gladio makes a face. Something between a scowl and his attempt at hiding his emotions. So, yeah, a scowl. He's really obvious when something is bothering him, but he's also great at pushing it down and ignoring it. Acting like it's no big deal. ]

Regis, huh? [ He smiles, definitely fake but he appreciates the out. ] If my dad caught me calling him that, I'd be in deep shit.

[ Crap, he didn't mean to bring up his dad, it's pretty obvious what he talked about now, isn't it. Whatever. Gladio does another sit up, this is starting to wind him. ]

Must mean His Majesty likes you. [ He grins. ] Careful he doesn't start judging your fashion choices, I bet he'd have a field day with you.

[ I mean Gladio would never say it to his face but he's seen the guy's network posts... ]

[prompto feels like this is a good enough time to step back and allow gladiolus to be the master of his own situps. it's not like he needs prompto anyway, honestly.]

[the younger of the two blinks, brushes his bangs to the side, and considers asking... is he okay? about his dad.]

Mmm... I feel like I'll end up hearing it anyway.

[he pats at gladiolus' knees]

I wanna do some situps.

[?]

[ Those questions are a road best not tread upon, Prompto. Gladio's totally fine with a change of subject, and it'll take a lot more than sit-ups to get him to open up. Like, maybe with a few drinks in him, that might work. ]

He's been pretty casual since he got here, huh? Guess not having to hold up the Wall and run a kingdom helps with that.

[ Gladio pulls his feel away and smirks. Prompto? Doing sit-ups? He's almost gonna make fun of him, but hell, he did tell him that he should work out more. ]

Alright, you asked for it. I'll spot you.

[prompto wonders how king regis feels about his lack of responsibilities]

[he wonders how he feels about being able to spend so much time with noctis now]

[he wonders, even more so, how noctis really feels about the opportunity to be with his dad, for so long. they never really spoke much about it when they were teens and less concerned with the weight of the world on their shoulders, but noctis' general flippancy at the matter stuck out.]

[even as he wonders all these things, prompto settles onto his back and places his hands behind his head, feet beside each other and legs bent]

What can I say? You've inspired me with how easy you make it seem!

[he'll regret this once he realises gladiolus won't let him go until he's done 300 situps or something crazy]

[...and, starts, struggling to get past his middle] Hnng...

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h for i got hurt feelings

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s for self-esteem is important!!

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