Breath hitching at the proximity, Nyx had the nicest eyes and the nicest everything. He was so close and it was hard to escape. He should escape. Gaze flickering to his lips briefly before he (very bravely) attempted to maintain eye contact. He's aware of the flustered burning at the tips of his ears, and the blush creeping up his neck to make his freckles stand out just a little more than usual.
The problem with being so fair.]
I'm fine, I promise.
[Tone soft because he is so close.]
Time to get some eats, right?
[Fingertips unwittingly brushing against Nyx's knee, his heart hammering hard in his chest, and he wondered if the man could hear it from where he is.]
...Please?
[That comes out softer, carried on a whisper. Uttered in such a way that he didn't mean for it to sound like that.
Sure was a night for being embarrassingly obvious.]
Now, Nyx isn't stupid. Living here means he has had numerous individuals who saw him out of uniform and decided to try their hand at gaining his attentions.
Look, he's human, okay? And constant war doesn't exactly lend itself to a steady relationship with lots of hugs. Some of the Glaive slept with each other, which solves a problem, but most of them generally keep it outside the proverbial family. Less complicated.
His only excuse for missing it this long is that he'd been so concerned for Prompto's well-being and damn the man is subtle. Usually being drunk makes that more blatant. Usually when one is drunk they're also not having painful heart to hearts either.
But it's hard to ignore in close proximity. Prompto's face flushes warm enough that Nyx can feel it where they're touching. His freckles almost seem to multiply against his skin, and there's a particular coeurl-in-headlights look to his eyes that makes Nyx hyperaware of when he sneaks a glance at his lips.
Recognition dawns in the widening of his own eyes, a slight parting of his lips in surprise. The touch to his knee makes the muscles in his leg twitch, and Prompto's voice was a bare whisper that Nyx felt on his skin.
Oh.
He gently pulls back so that he's not so close that his eyes want to cross in order to focus on Prompto's face.]
Sounds like a plan.
[He's not whispering in return, unwilling to make this more intimate. Maybe if Prompto hadn't been drinking, hadn't been through an extensive emotional roller coaster. It would have been interesting to find out just how brave Prompto could have been. But...not now. Nyx would have been taking advantage and then he'd have to have Crowe kill him to salvage his soul.
He tightens his grip a little on the back of Prompto's neck, a grounding touch to remind him of the here and now, and a reassurance that Nyx isn't going anywhere.]
It was all so overwhelming and warm, so easy to get lost and selfish. The touch brings him to where they are, erasing the warmth and fuzz cloying to the corners of his mind. He smiles then, something to reassure the man and himself. A little hint of sunshine in a lonely little place. A special sort of place he was thankful that Nyx showed him.]
Sure am.
[Still flustered, his heart and stomach clenching and doing these flippy little things that make him feel light and strange but wonderful all at the same time?
It's weird.
So he moves first, getting to his feet. The telltale wobble of gentle intoxication but he was perfectly solid otherwise.]
Anytime. Day or night. [A reiteration from his earlier promise.
He pushes up to his feet with an over exaggerated 'whoof' of breath, stretching his arms above his head and extending as far as he can. His back aligns with a very satisfying pop that makes him groan.
He's not doing it on purpose, but it occurs to him after a moment how that might have looked, and if his own face is a little awkwardly red as he moves to turn off the generator, well. He's blaming it on the fire he's already calling up in his palm before the lights go out.]
[It's meant in a lighthearted way, hands behind his back as he leans up on the balls of his feet, waiting for Nyx to get up so they can get going.
His gaze lingers when it shouldn't, he couldn't stop himself from wetting his lips absently as he watches the man move. The sound of a groan nearly brought another shiver from him. This... was dangerous.
He has the good graces to turn and look towards the doorway. He didn't want to get caught staring, the other moment was awkward enough.]
I haven't had a skewer in awhile! I'm excited.
[Can't see the flush as he's stepping ahead and out through the door. Feeling a little braver.]
[Nyx pauses long enough to watch him walk out, the grin returning as he notes that Prompto seems more solid than he did earlier. Maybe he just needed someone to be there.
Nyx jogs to catch up, closing the door behind him. Once it's latched it looks like any of the others, though even in this lighting Nyx can see the etched Glaive mark just next to the handle. He traces his fingers over it before turning around to keep moving.]
Mmmm there's so many good places to go! It's hard to hit all of them, you know?
[He must be feeling better, he's starting to chatter aimlessly. Holding up his hands as he counts off his favorite eateries, his love for really great burgers!
He's laughing then, a tittering sort of thing. Nudging the older man a bit as he gestures, holding his hands apart.]
That diner has a burger this big! By the time Noct picks out all the green stuff and veggies there's enough for a salad. There's... uhm, a challenge? If you eat the burger...
[Ticking off on a finger.]
The big shake and a plate of fries?
[Tick, tick.]
You get the meal for free! And a shirt, and a hat. And your picture put on the wall. Noct will never admit it, but he tried the challenge because I told him he is too much of a wimp. Ten minutes later he barely makes it to the closest garbage can.
[His laughter is light with the memory. Maybe the story is stupid and silly, but it helps light the area and to distract himself from a few different things.]
[Nyx laughs with him. He's never been on extended prince duty, that's a Crownsguard job more often than not, but he knows enough about His Highness to believe the story.]
I've never been to see that diner myself, but there's a similar place at a dive down here that serves up a 100oz steak, and I am not kidding you. When she's on a roll, Crowe can destroy it. She could probably handle that burger without hesitating. Much to the horror of the rest of us.
[Laughter in his voice as his awe shines through his words. He would die if he tried to eat that much. They like to eat but man, does he have his limits.
They're reaching the other end. The exit door is partway open, just like the other, letting in some fresh air from the street above. And when they do make it up, the exit doesn't seem quite as narrow on this end. He shoulders the gate open so they can get out. The night is mercifully empty of angry drunks.]
[Boy, would he love to watch that. He's never seen anyone win a food challenge before! And while he's been tempted, he knew better than to go down that road.
This was refreshing!
And he let's out a soft sound of pleasure, they made it! Prompto wastes no time in going first, eyes closing as he takes in a deep breath of fresh air, arms outstretched.]
[If they never had that Moment downstairs, it would have passed him right by, but now Nyx has thought about it and the sheer joy on his face is a little intoxicating.
It's kind of a shame that he hadn't been able to go out with Prompto in the first place. Things might have been very different.
He puts the gate back in place, muscle straining in his arm as he has to nearly lift it off the ground to slot it in.]
If I'm not mistake, the truck should be parked about a quarter of a mile down once we get back to the roads.
[This alley was long too, but not quite as bad as the other entrance, and when they reach sufficient lighting Nyx releases the spell with no small amount of relief. His arm was almost uncomfortably warm, the lingering magic tingling along his fingers as if the limb has been asleep. Sustaining a spell could take a lot of energy.
He stretches his fingers absentmindedly as they make their way to the court where the skewer truck camps overnight.]
[It warms him to his core, that Nyx said 'we'. Maybe he didn't mess up so badly tonight like he thought he did? If... he could maybe hangout with him maybe he could show the man a more fun side, a sober side. The stuff Noct gets to see.
Head tilting a little, watching how his muscles moved as he lifted the gate. Wondering if they did that when he lifted him.
He did it with such ease...
...
Shaking his head a bit, falling in line next to him. Even with more room he's still quite close. That? He can't help. No matter how hard he tried to put some distance between them he kept lingering close.
[He's not sure Prompto quite understands the gravity of the invitation Nyx had given him. That's fine. Nyx'll still answer his phone for him even if it takes time.
His muscles absolutely did that when he lifted Prompto. Nyx really should be more aware of his effect on him.
At the question, he looks down at his hand thoughtfully. It wasn't...pain, really. Some of the other Glaives mentioned that it could hurt if they used it too long in succession, other just felt nauseated. Nyx had a talent for it, or something, but even he had limits.]
Sometimes. I think it depends on who you are.
[One more spell, a small one, a small shiver of electricity buzzing through his forearm, and while the hand he offers out towards Prompto to touch doesn't necessarily seem like it's doing something (maybe a flicker of light just beneath the skin), the look on Nyx's face certainly implies there's a reason he's doing it. Setting an example, or perhaps daring him.]
I'm kind of lame! But! I am a fun sort of lame so I don't think you'll regret hanging out with me.
[Fake it until you make it. That's the way!]
Really? You were so amazing with it though, and you got to me so fast! And the thing with the ice? And you looked- ['Hot' was lost on his lips, and he needs to recover soon or this will be so stupidly obvious.] awesome when you were lighting the way down there.
[He's gushing. He's very aware he's gushing.
...Ah?
If he were more alert and maybe a little more sober, he may have felt the thrum of faint electricity coming from the man. He's curious... and drawn to Nyx like a moth to flame. So it's really no surprise when he slowly reaches out to touch his hand, worrying his lower lip.]
You haven't seen lame until you see the boys with a few drinks in them. I think I can handle it.
[Is he one of the boys in that statement? It's very possible but he will not confirm. He has some dignity.
Dignity which keeps him from getting flustered at the obvious gushing. He's gotten praise before. A lot of it, both serious and teasing. But not like this. He doesn't get into the public much, and very rarely does anyone see them use magic. If only for the sheer fact that the Glaive doesn't want to waste their reserve.
And here he is showing off, just a little. Because someone needed him, and thinks he's cool.
His eyes are dancing with amusement at Prompto's gushing (props for avoiding the obvious pun there, Prompto), and no small amount of joy and pride that he trusts him enough to take his hand without asking why.
There's a spark between their skin, like a static shock but more potent. The spell is hardly worth anything, wouldn't even charge a battery sufficiently, but the current is alive in his palm. He'll curl his hand around Prompto's if he'll let him, though he's mostly expecting him to pull away as the charge jumps between them.]
[Prompto is the type of loyal and trusting to the point where he would follow blindly for someone be trusts. Less so with Noctis because his princely best friend liked to play jokes on him (and vice versa) but if push came to shove and he ever held out his hand, he would take it without question. No matter what that may bring him.
In theory it's the same with Nyx. He didn't know him as long, and maybe most of his trust came with the hero worship and the crush that was getting out of control very quickly... but that didn't discredit the fact that Nyx has only been kind to him. Came to his rescue. Comforted him.
And offered his hand.
The shock makes his fingers twitch and he winces on reflex: not because it hurts but it was a literal shock to his system. And initially he wanted to jerk his hand back in surprise, but something kept it there.
Tipsy curiosity.
...Or maybe something more.
Fingers stretching and fanning out a little, lips parting in a wordless little 'oh'.
He wanted to ask why, ask for the purpose. But he didn't quite trust his mouth.]
[Nyx lets it loose just a little over Prompto's hand. Not a lot, so very carefully controlled, but enough to start seeing a crackle of light dance on top of their hands. Arcing electricity jumping and dissipating in turn, and filling the air with a weight like standing near a power line.
He's not entirely sure what it feels like to Prompto. His arm feels like a live wire, shivering just a little with the strain of holding all that energy. He always likened it to trying to harness a wild animal. He could control it, but he has little doubt that it would burn him to a husk if given the chance.]
[Prompto feels himself gasp lightly, most of the evening was spent with him feeling like an idiot for needing the rescue, then blurting out all those feelings about his loneliness, and the worry that followed concerning this crush of his. But this... this was purely different and he was delighted.
It felt weird? And it wasn't like he was getting used to the electricity- but he was so transfixed by it and the moment that he barely feels it.
Prompto sort of wished that maybe he texted Nyx sooner, had him a little longer. Shared in drinks and company. Would he have even said yes? It made his stomach feel weird the more he thought of it.
But regardless, this was one of the coolest things he's ever experienced.
Gaze finally moving upwards so he can possibly meet and hold the man's eye contact. Nothing but awe and open admiration as he watches him a moment.]
...This is amazing.
[It felt a little lame to say it like that. 'Amazing.' He wished he could think of something interesting or more profound, but his mind wasn't at it's best- and even then, he doubts very much that he could say anything different.
So he averts his gaze, the smile sheepish but also humbled.]
[He's doomed. He might not have agreed to a night out before, but now?
He lets the magic dissolve, forcing the spell back down so that it doesn't burst out into the air. The tingling lingers along his arm, but like the cold and heat of his other spells, the lightning fades over time.]
We use it so often in battle. It's kind've nice to show someone just to show them.
[He holds onto Prompto's hand probably a little longer than necessary, but who's going to call him out on it? But finally he uncurls his fingers so Prompto can have it back.]
[Stated super sincerely, still in awe of what just happened. So it's subconscious the way he let's his hand and touch linger a little longer. Registering how Nyx's hand felt. It was a little rough but that alone sent a thrill down his spine.
With what he does of course the man would have rough palms, such a contrast to his own smooth and soft skin. Swallowing hard he finally pulls his hand back, shyly looking up at him a moment before looking back down to his hand.
His fingertips still tingled and he smiles faintly.
That was so cool...]
You gotta let me pay for the food. You have been too cool and awesome. I gotta repay the favor somehow.
I mean. It's super fine because I barely paid for any of my drinks tonight.
When you're drinking on a budget you need to use all of your charms and wiles. More bang for your buck. Except... no banging and very little buck, I'd say everyone wins but it's mainly just me.
I win.
[A dangerous sort of thing to do by himself of all things. Usually it's a sort of game he'd play with Noctis when the prince would go incognito for party time. See who could get the most free drinks in a night.
Alone however...
That almost ended in disaster and he very much learned his lesson.
His thought process halting completely at the feel of Nyx's hand on the back of his neck. Shuddering a little under his palm, nearly faltering with his steps.
[Nyx would just cover his face and quietly curse the astrals for how pretty Prompto is if he ever finds out just how far he goes for free drinks.
......he'd probably do the same if he knew just how much his touch was affecting him. But he can't help it. It was so easy to just fondly scruff him and tug him along.]
Sounds almost like a boring night. Except for this one. And you still don't owe me a damn thing, but who am I to deny free food?
...
I didn't even have to flirt for it.
[Not....that anyone would look at him and go 'oh yeah, that's perfectly normall buddy behavior. Look at those friends hanging out.]
Oh this one was far from boring. Never hit up a dive by myself before. Almost regret it, but... I dunno. It got a lot better.
[It sure did.
He scoffs then, nearly swatting the man away with how ridiculous he sounded.]
Flirting would probably get you a lot more than food.
[...
He knew.
He knew the moment the words left his dumb mouth that he would regret them immediately. Physically facepalming, and biting back the distressed sound that ached to leave him.]
....Please tell me we're almost there so I can shove a bunch of meat in my mouth and I can stop talking?
[That also sounded bad!
Double facepalm. Hoping Nyx will guide him because his face is just buried in his hands.
[It's okay, Prompto. He keeps that nice, firm grip on the back of your neck and says nothing, as if he hadn't heard a single embarrassing word.
Until you look at his face and he's got the smuggest smirk anyone has ever seen. Just pointedly staring at their goal, now visible down the street trying his damnedest best not to take that opening and run with it until Prompto inevitably decides to never leave his room again.]
He knows Nyc heard him, but he was being a good buddy. If it were Noctis he would have been teased mercilessly. Because believe it or not! This is something that happens to him often, with or without the assistance of alcohol. Prompto was just... really bad when he's around attractive men and women.
Why were people so attractive!?
It should be a crime.
He has the good graces to peek through his fingers- oh! Oh was that the food thing!? He is letting out the biggest and most relieved sound that could ever be cooped up in his body.]
...Think I can go the rest of the way without putting my foot in my mouth?
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And it was almost painful.
Breath hitching at the proximity, Nyx had the nicest eyes and the nicest everything. He was so close and it was hard to escape. He should escape. Gaze flickering to his lips briefly before he (very bravely) attempted to maintain eye contact. He's aware of the flustered burning at the tips of his ears, and the blush creeping up his neck to make his freckles stand out just a little more than usual.
The problem with being so fair.]
I'm fine, I promise.
[Tone soft because he is so close.]
Time to get some eats, right?
[Fingertips unwittingly brushing against Nyx's knee, his heart hammering hard in his chest, and he wondered if the man could hear it from where he is.]
...Please?
[That comes out softer, carried on a whisper. Uttered in such a way that he didn't mean for it to sound like that.
Sure was a night for being embarrassingly obvious.]
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Oh.
Now, Nyx isn't stupid. Living here means he has had numerous individuals who saw him out of uniform and decided to try their hand at gaining his attentions.
Look, he's human, okay? And constant war doesn't exactly lend itself to a steady relationship with lots of hugs. Some of the Glaive slept with each other, which solves a problem, but most of them generally keep it outside the proverbial family. Less complicated.
His only excuse for missing it this long is that he'd been so concerned for Prompto's well-being and damn the man is subtle. Usually being drunk makes that more blatant. Usually when one is drunk they're also not having painful heart to hearts either.
But it's hard to ignore in close proximity. Prompto's face flushes warm enough that Nyx can feel it where they're touching. His freckles almost seem to multiply against his skin, and there's a particular coeurl-in-headlights look to his eyes that makes Nyx hyperaware of when he sneaks a glance at his lips.
Recognition dawns in the widening of his own eyes, a slight parting of his lips in surprise. The touch to his knee makes the muscles in his leg twitch, and Prompto's voice was a bare whisper that Nyx felt on his skin.
Oh.
He gently pulls back so that he's not so close that his eyes want to cross in order to focus on Prompto's face.]
Sounds like a plan.
[He's not whispering in return, unwilling to make this more intimate. Maybe if Prompto hadn't been drinking, hadn't been through an extensive emotional roller coaster. It would have been interesting to find out just how brave Prompto could have been. But...not now. Nyx would have been taking advantage and then he'd have to have Crowe kill him to salvage his soul.
He tightens his grip a little on the back of Prompto's neck, a grounding touch to remind him of the here and now, and a reassurance that Nyx isn't going anywhere.]
You good to keep going now?
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It was all so overwhelming and warm, so easy to get lost and selfish. The touch brings him to where they are, erasing the warmth and fuzz cloying to the corners of his mind. He smiles then, something to reassure the man and himself. A little hint of sunshine in a lonely little place. A special sort of place he was thankful that Nyx showed him.]
Sure am.
[Still flustered, his heart and stomach clenching and doing these flippy little things that make him feel light and strange but wonderful all at the same time?
It's weird.
So he moves first, getting to his feet. The telltale wobble of gentle intoxication but he was perfectly solid otherwise.]
...Thanks, you know. For everything.
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He pushes up to his feet with an over exaggerated 'whoof' of breath, stretching his arms above his head and extending as far as he can. His back aligns with a very satisfying pop that makes him groan.
He's not doing it on purpose, but it occurs to him after a moment how that might have looked, and if his own face is a little awkwardly red as he moves to turn off the generator, well. He's blaming it on the fire he's already calling up in his palm before the lights go out.]
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[It's meant in a lighthearted way, hands behind his back as he leans up on the balls of his feet, waiting for Nyx to get up so they can get going.
His gaze lingers when it shouldn't, he couldn't stop himself from wetting his lips absently as he watches the man move. The sound of a groan nearly brought another shiver from him. This... was dangerous.
He has the good graces to turn and look towards the doorway. He didn't want to get caught staring, the other moment was awkward enough.]
I haven't had a skewer in awhile! I'm excited.
[Can't see the flush as he's stepping ahead and out through the door. Feeling a little braver.]
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Nyx jogs to catch up, closing the door behind him. Once it's latched it looks like any of the others, though even in this lighting Nyx can see the etched Glaive mark just next to the handle. He traces his fingers over it before turning around to keep moving.]
Bet you've never had anything like these, either.
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[He must be feeling better, he's starting to chatter aimlessly. Holding up his hands as he counts off his favorite eateries, his love for really great burgers!
He's laughing then, a tittering sort of thing. Nudging the older man a bit as he gestures, holding his hands apart.]
That diner has a burger this big! By the time Noct picks out all the green stuff and veggies there's enough for a salad. There's... uhm, a challenge? If you eat the burger...
[Ticking off on a finger.]
The big shake and a plate of fries?
[Tick, tick.]
You get the meal for free! And a shirt, and a hat. And your picture put on the wall. Noct will never admit it, but he tried the challenge because I told him he is too much of a wimp. Ten minutes later he barely makes it to the closest garbage can.
[His laughter is light with the memory. Maybe the story is stupid and silly, but it helps light the area and to distract himself from a few different things.]
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I've never been to see that diner myself, but there's a similar place at a dive down here that serves up a 100oz steak, and I am not kidding you. When she's on a roll, Crowe can destroy it. She could probably handle that burger without hesitating. Much to the horror of the rest of us.
[Laughter in his voice as his awe shines through his words. He would die if he tried to eat that much. They like to eat but man, does he have his limits.
They're reaching the other end. The exit door is partway open, just like the other, letting in some fresh air from the street above. And when they do make it up, the exit doesn't seem quite as narrow on this end. He shoulders the gate open so they can get out. The night is mercifully empty of angry drunks.]
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[Boy, would he love to watch that. He's never seen anyone win a food challenge before! And while he's been tempted, he knew better than to go down that road.
This was refreshing!
And he let's out a soft sound of pleasure, they made it! Prompto wastes no time in going first, eyes closing as he takes in a deep breath of fresh air, arms outstretched.]
This is so much better...
[Bouncing in place, hands in air!!!]
Food time?
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[If they never had that Moment downstairs, it would have passed him right by, but now Nyx has thought about it and the sheer joy on his face is a little intoxicating.
It's kind of a shame that he hadn't been able to go out with Prompto in the first place. Things might have been very different.He puts the gate back in place, muscle straining in his arm as he has to nearly lift it off the ground to slot it in.]
If I'm not mistake, the truck should be parked about a quarter of a mile down once we get back to the roads.
[This alley was long too, but not quite as bad as the other entrance, and when they reach sufficient lighting Nyx releases the spell with no small amount of relief. His arm was almost uncomfortably warm, the lingering magic tingling along his fingers as if the limb has been asleep. Sustaining a spell could take a lot of energy.
He stretches his fingers absentmindedly as they make their way to the court where the skewer truck camps overnight.]
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[It warms him to his core, that Nyx said 'we'. Maybe he didn't mess up so badly tonight like he thought he did? If... he could maybe hangout with him maybe he could show the man a more fun side, a sober side. The stuff Noct gets to see.
Head tilting a little, watching how his muscles moved as he lifted the gate. Wondering if they did that when he lifted him.
He did it with such ease...
...
Shaking his head a bit, falling in line next to him. Even with more room he's still quite close. That? He can't help. No matter how hard he tried to put some distance between them he kept lingering close.
Gaze catching his finger movements.]
Does it hurt? The uh... the magic and stuff.
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[He's not sure Prompto quite understands the gravity of the invitation Nyx had given him. That's fine. Nyx'll still answer his phone for him even if it takes time.
His muscles absolutely did that when he lifted Prompto. Nyx really should be more aware of his effect on him.
At the question, he looks down at his hand thoughtfully. It wasn't...pain, really. Some of the other Glaives mentioned that it could hurt if they used it too long in succession, other just felt nauseated. Nyx had a talent for it, or something, but even he had limits.]
Sometimes. I think it depends on who you are.
[One more spell, a small one, a small shiver of electricity buzzing through his forearm, and while the hand he offers out towards Prompto to touch doesn't necessarily seem like it's doing something (maybe a flicker of light just beneath the skin), the look on Nyx's face certainly implies there's a reason he's doing it. Setting an example, or perhaps daring him.]
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[Fake it until you make it. That's the way!]
Really? You were so amazing with it though, and you got to me so fast! And the thing with the ice? And you looked- ['Hot' was lost on his lips, and he needs to recover soon or this will be so stupidly obvious.] awesome when you were lighting the way down there.
[He's gushing. He's very aware he's gushing.
...Ah?
If he were more alert and maybe a little more sober, he may have felt the thrum of faint electricity coming from the man. He's curious... and drawn to Nyx like a moth to flame. So it's really no surprise when he slowly reaches out to touch his hand, worrying his lower lip.]
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[Is he one of the boys in that statement? It's very possible but he will not confirm. He has some dignity.
Dignity which keeps him from getting flustered at the obvious gushing. He's gotten praise before. A lot of it, both serious and teasing. But not like this. He doesn't get into the public much, and very rarely does anyone see them use magic. If only for the sheer fact that the Glaive doesn't want to waste their reserve.
And here he is showing off, just a little. Because someone needed him, and thinks he's cool.
His eyes are dancing with amusement at Prompto's gushing (props for avoiding the obvious pun there, Prompto), and no small amount of joy and pride that he trusts him enough to take his hand without asking why.
There's a spark between their skin, like a static shock but more potent. The spell is hardly worth anything, wouldn't even charge a battery sufficiently, but the current is alive in his palm. He'll curl his hand around Prompto's if he'll let him, though he's mostly expecting him to pull away as the charge jumps between them.]
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In theory it's the same with Nyx. He didn't know him as long, and maybe most of his trust came with the hero worship and the crush that was getting out of control very quickly... but that didn't discredit the fact that Nyx has only been kind to him. Came to his rescue. Comforted him.
And offered his hand.
The shock makes his fingers twitch and he winces on reflex: not because it hurts but it was a literal shock to his system. And initially he wanted to jerk his hand back in surprise, but something kept it there.
Tipsy curiosity.
...Or maybe something more.
Fingers stretching and fanning out a little, lips parting in a wordless little 'oh'.
He wanted to ask why, ask for the purpose. But he didn't quite trust his mouth.]
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He's not entirely sure what it feels like to Prompto. His arm feels like a live wire, shivering just a little with the strain of holding all that energy. He always likened it to trying to harness a wild animal. He could control it, but he has little doubt that it would burn him to a husk if given the chance.]
It's like nothing else in this world.
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It felt weird? And it wasn't like he was getting used to the electricity- but he was so transfixed by it and the moment that he barely feels it.
Prompto sort of wished that maybe he texted Nyx sooner, had him a little longer. Shared in drinks and company. Would he have even said yes? It made his stomach feel weird the more he thought of it.
But regardless, this was one of the coolest things he's ever experienced.
Gaze finally moving upwards so he can possibly meet and hold the man's eye contact. Nothing but awe and open admiration as he watches him a moment.]
...This is amazing.
[It felt a little lame to say it like that. 'Amazing.' He wished he could think of something interesting or more profound, but his mind wasn't at it's best- and even then, he doubts very much that he could say anything different.
So he averts his gaze, the smile sheepish but also humbled.]
Thank you for showing me.
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He lets the magic dissolve, forcing the spell back down so that it doesn't burst out into the air. The tingling lingers along his arm, but like the cold and heat of his other spells, the lightning fades over time.]
We use it so often in battle. It's kind've nice to show someone just to show them.
[He holds onto Prompto's hand probably a little longer than necessary, but who's going to call him out on it? But finally he uncurls his fingers so Prompto can have it back.]
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[Stated super sincerely, still in awe of what just happened. So it's subconscious the way he let's his hand and touch linger a little longer. Registering how Nyx's hand felt. It was a little rough but that alone sent a thrill down his spine.
With what he does of course the man would have rough palms, such a contrast to his own smooth and soft skin. Swallowing hard he finally pulls his hand back, shyly looking up at him a moment before looking back down to his hand.
His fingertips still tingled and he smiles faintly.
That was so cool...]
You gotta let me pay for the food. You have been too cool and awesome. I gotta repay the favor somehow.
I mean. It's super fine because I barely paid for any of my drinks tonight.
[The grin a little more cheeky as he says so.]
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Of course you didn't.
[Looking like that? He's surprised Prompto hadn't made more friends than Tiny back there.
Shaking his head, he grips the back of Prompto's neck again, pulling him into a steadier walk now that the distraction is over.]
I thought I was supposed to be getting you food?
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I win.
[A dangerous sort of thing to do by himself of all things. Usually it's a sort of game he'd play with Noctis when the prince would go incognito for party time. See who could get the most free drinks in a night.
Alone however...
That almost ended in disaster and he very much learned his lesson.
His thought process halting completely at the feel of Nyx's hand on the back of his neck. Shuddering a little under his palm, nearly faltering with his steps.
Oooh Nyx Ulric was unfair.
Very... very unfair.]
O-Oh, well. You know.
I owe you for rescuing me.
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......he'd probably do the same if he knew just how much his touch was affecting him. But he can't help it. It was so easy to just fondly scruff him and tug him along.]
Sounds almost like a boring night. Except for this one. And you still don't owe me a damn thing, but who am I to deny free food?
...
I didn't even have to flirt for it.
[Not....that anyone would look at him and go 'oh yeah, that's perfectly normall buddy behavior. Look at those friends hanging out.]
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[It sure did.
He scoffs then, nearly swatting the man away with how ridiculous he sounded.]
Flirting would probably get you a lot more than food.
[...
He knew.
He knew the moment the words left his dumb mouth that he would regret them immediately. Physically facepalming, and biting back the distressed sound that ached to leave him.]
....Please tell me we're almost there so I can shove a bunch of meat in my mouth and I can stop talking?
[That also sounded bad!
Double facepalm. Hoping Nyx will guide him because his face is just buried in his hands.
Why is he like this?]
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Until you look at his face and he's got the smuggest smirk anyone has ever seen. Just pointedly staring at their goal, now visible down the street trying his damnedest best not to take that opening and run with it until Prompto inevitably decides to never leave his room again.]
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He knows Nyc heard him, but he was being a good buddy. If it were Noctis he would have been teased mercilessly. Because believe it or not! This is something that happens to him often, with or without the assistance of alcohol. Prompto was just... really bad when he's around attractive men and women.
Why were people so attractive!?
It should be a crime.
He has the good graces to peek through his fingers- oh! Oh was that the food thing!? He is letting out the biggest and most relieved sound that could ever be cooped up in his body.]
...Think I can go the rest of the way without putting my foot in my mouth?
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