[Possibility weighs on his shoulders as he stares down those glimpses of blue. Prompto is on top of his game right now, and something inside Nyx twists at that realization. A rush of want, to see what this cheeky man was made of, courses through him. Just what levels of bravery could Nyx coax out of its place hidden beneath layers of insecurity?
He breathes out, slowly, close enough that Prompto can probably feel it ghost over his face.
Decided, Nyx leans down, head tilted just so, lips parting. His hands hover closer, tracing the air above Prompto's hips.
And he twists to whisper in Prompto's ear.]
Try me again sometime.
[And then he's gone, having stepped back out of reach, and strolls towards the food truck. When he glances back to see if Prompto follows, that smirk is still on his face.]
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He breathes out, slowly, close enough that Prompto can probably feel it ghost over his face.
Decided, Nyx leans down, head tilted just so, lips parting. His hands hover closer, tracing the air above Prompto's hips.
And he twists to whisper in Prompto's ear.]
Try me again sometime.
[And then he's gone, having stepped back out of reach, and strolls towards the food truck. When he glances back to see if Prompto follows, that smirk is still on his face.]