[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?
[That grin isn't going away any time soon, and his tone is slightly strained from the effort of not laughing.]
To the truck? Sure.
[After the truck, Nyx will be immediately changing his bet.
...although he's gotta be careful. The longer they're together like this, the more Nyx wants to see if Prompto'd let him push him against the wall, using their size difference to surround him.]
[Why do you sound so weird, Nyx? Letting his hands drop back to his sides, a little too dramatically because the backs of his knuckles briefly brush against the other man's hip. And for once? Prompto barely noticed.
[Ah. He understands. You were saving the puns to throw out together. Cheeky.
Okay. He can't help himself. Prompto had left himself far too open.]
Is that so?
[Phasing isn't quite the same as warping. It's a little harder for him without the weapon to focus on and use as an end point. Rather he just blinks and steps. A move which puts him right in Prompto's face, looking down at him from close, too close. He keeps his hands to himself, but they angle in the air, as if Nyx's is imagining touching him.
He keeps striding forward, herding Prompto until the man's back touches the wall. Nyx's gaze is laser focused, his grin easing back into the smug smirk.]
[It didn't quite register that this was happening when... it was most certainly happening. It didn't quite click, because if anything this would be the sort of thing that he'd think about later when he's alone in his bed and wishing he wasn't. Thinking of rough palms and piercing eyes, of scruff ticking the soft and sensitive parts of him.
He felt more hyper aware than he had been all day, as if he can see every breath, the saunter in Nyx's steps.
Reality comes quick when he feels the wall against his back, cool and a little damp against his warm body that was beginning to run hot.
Instead of going meek, a hint of bravery touches him. The sort of thing he used at the bars to win himself free drinks and smudged numbers that he threw out on the way to the next.
Maybe he bites his bottom lip on purpose, ignoring the thunderous thudding of his heart, the adrenaline thrumming through his veins. His eyelashes are fair, but thick, but the hint of blue is no doubt there when he looks up at the man, inclining his head
just
so.
The smirk excites him, fingers twitching and aching to touch.
[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.]
[He needs a moment to truly comprehend what just... happened. Chewing on his bottom lip as sweet little chills and something like electricity spreads across his body. Pushing some hair behind his ear, looking down at the empty space in front of him with a shy little smile.
Shaking his head a bit to break this spell that took over him, quickly following after the man.]
Nyx looks the picture of innocence when Prompto catches up to him, just casually crossing the last several yards to the truck.]
Hm?
[And he will just oh so casually gesture for two skewers and, presuming Prompto was suitably distracted, oh so casually pull out some money to pay, too.]
[He opens his mouth to protest, before he glances to Nyx then the offered skewer. Prompto takes a moment, as if deliberating something. Then there's a light of mischief in those blues, a grin teasing at his lips.]
Make it up to you, huh?
[Leaning in, with not an ounce of shame, lips parting as he takes some of the meat into his mouth, gaze flicking upwards at the man and it was nothing short of coy the way he takes it in his mouth, then slowly biting down into it. Juice and sauce staining his lips, a little running down his chin as he pulls back, taking the skewer with him.
Fingertips toying with the stick, free hand wiping off his chin.
And never once did he break eye contact.
Pulling off the bitten meat, chewing thoughtfully before he swallows. Tongue darting out to clean pretty pink lips.]
[Not...quite what he had in mind. But he can deal. Maybe. On the outside, anyway. He keeps his own eye contact as he bring his hand up to suck the juice that ran down over his fingers. Deliberate and slow.
This was getting out of hand.
Nyx reigned himself in, breaking eye contact before he could do something dangerous. He bites into his own skewer, nodding to himself. Might not be the same as home, but for Insomnia food it was always a favourite.]
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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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To the truck? Sure.
[After the truck, Nyx will be immediately changing his bet.
...although he's gotta be careful. The longer they're together like this, the more Nyx wants to see if Prompto'd let him push him against the wall, using their size difference to surround him.]
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[Why do you sound so weird, Nyx? Letting his hands drop back to his sides, a little too dramatically because the backs of his knuckles briefly brush against the other man's hip. And for once? Prompto barely noticed.
Because he was squinting up at his face.]
Don't... don't you laugh at me! I can see it.
[Poking his cheek!]
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Nyx jerks awake from the poke, swatting at Prompto's hand and accidentally letting out a sharp bark of laughter.]
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You laughed!
You may be a cool and hot glaive who knows a bunch of moves and whatever.
[Waving a hand absently, he didn't even catch his own slip up.]
But I know the very intricate art of ticklefu? I'm a master, actually. All the belts, and medals.... and trophies.
So you gotta watch yourself.
[Pointing to his eyes, and then pointing at you, Nyx.]
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Okay. He can't help himself. Prompto had left himself far too open.]
Is that so?
[Phasing isn't quite the same as warping. It's a little harder for him without the weapon to focus on and use as an end point. Rather he just blinks and steps. A move which puts him right in Prompto's face, looking down at him from close, too close. He keeps his hands to himself, but they angle in the air, as if Nyx's is imagining touching him.
He keeps striding forward, herding Prompto until the man's back touches the wall. Nyx's gaze is laser focused, his grin easing back into the smug smirk.]
All the....belts, huh?
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He felt more hyper aware than he had been all day, as if he can see every breath, the saunter in Nyx's steps.
Reality comes quick when he feels the wall against his back, cool and a little damp against his warm body that was beginning to run hot.
Instead of going meek, a hint of bravery touches him. The sort of thing he used at the bars to win himself free drinks and smudged numbers that he threw out on the way to the next.
Maybe he bites his bottom lip on purpose, ignoring the thunderous thudding of his heart, the adrenaline thrumming through his veins. His eyelashes are fair, but thick, but the hint of blue is no doubt there when he looks up at the man, inclining his head
just
so.
The smirk excites him, fingers twitching and aching to touch.
Instead he presses his palm to cool brick.]
...All of 'em.
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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.]
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Shaking his head a bit to break this spell that took over him, quickly following after the man.]
What did you mean?
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Hm?
[And he will just oh so casually gesture for two skewers and, presuming Prompto was suitably distracted, oh so casually pull out some money to pay, too.]
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[Hands on Nyx's forearm, almost whining. Almost. He didn't quite notice the money slip just yet, he had more important matters to attend to clearly.]
Define sometime!
I'm too drunk for how vague you're being.
[That's definitely a whine though.]
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[Both hands covering his forehead as he whines softly, rubbing where he was flicked. All pouting and huffing, like an overgrown child.]
I was supposed to pay! You're being very rude.
[You know, in a charming and nice way. In a handsome way.
Auuuuugh!!]
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[Cheeky grin as he accepts the skewers from the cook and holds one out to Prompto.]
Welcome to the lower city.
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Make it up to you, huh?
[Leaning in, with not an ounce of shame, lips parting as he takes some of the meat into his mouth, gaze flicking upwards at the man and it was nothing short of coy the way he takes it in his mouth, then slowly biting down into it. Juice and sauce staining his lips, a little running down his chin as he pulls back, taking the skewer with him.
Fingertips toying with the stick, free hand wiping off his chin.
And never once did he break eye contact.
Pulling off the bitten meat, chewing thoughtfully before he swallows. Tongue darting out to clean pretty pink lips.]
I think I can do that, yeah.
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This was getting out of hand.
Nyx reigned himself in, breaking eye contact before he could do something dangerous. He bites into his own skewer, nodding to himself. Might not be the same as home, but for Insomnia food it was always a favourite.]
I'll hold you to that.
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