[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.]
[It was definitely getting out of hand. Especially since Nyx was deliberately keeping his distance in these matters. Prompto wasn't sure if it was because he's younger, or not his type, or did he allude to wanting but couldn't for reasons? Maybe because he's drunk.
...
Probably because he's drunk.
And still pretty damn tipsy, not enough time had passed to clear enough out of his system.
So he quietly eats his skewer, making content sounds and commenting with his mouth full that these were so tasty! He hadn't had these before! And they had the Argentum seal of approval.
But warm food in his tummy and after all that had happened... makes for one hell of a yawn.]
[Prompto didn't even know where his stick went. Did he throw it in the trash too? It wasn't in his hands. He was done eating... He didn't eat the stick did he. No... he was sure Nyx wouldn't let him eat a stick.
Whoop.
He's drifting fast.
Leaning into him heavily. He went from zero to a hundred in actual seconds.]
Whoa, whoa. [Hes immediately hunching to support Prompto's weight, looping his arm around his waist and curling him closer so he can't fall if his legs buckle.]
You're okay. It's okay. Just hold on to me, all right?
[Definitely time to call it a night. He waves off the concerned truck owner and bends, lifting Prompto almost effortlessly into his arms.
Problem.
He doesn't know exactly where Prompto lives. He's never been on those trips with His Highness. And looking at the other man now? He highly doubts he'all stay awake long enough to tell him.
Nyx sighs, turning his feet towards home. Also not what he expected, but he'll make do.]
Come on. Let's get you settled so you can sleep this off.
[He's less aware of Nyx picking up this time than he was previously. But it's still noticeable, and he's too sleepy to really register what he, himself, was doing.
Nyx is warm and he appreciates that. Curling against him on reflex, just... making agreeable sounds to whatever it is he was saying? Face pressed against his neck, under his chin. Breathing him in and relaxing in his arms.
He could barely feel the movement of Nyx walking, it felt like he was floating on a cloud.
[Just so long as you don't tell him about those weird dreams.
Nyx marvels quietly at just how much Prompto trusted him tonight. It's not like his life has an absence of trust or anything. As a Glaive he has the trust of the King himself. But...
Prompto wasn't someone who wanted anything from him, not really. He's not Nyx's charge, he doesn't know their life. But he embraced the magic, followed Nyx into a dark tunnel without any hesitation, and now he's so relaxed he's able to just pass out on him without even a thought about where he's going to wake up.
If it had been Tiny that had his hands on Prompto in this state...
Nyx tightens his hold for a moment, scowling at the street. It's a good thing he didn't, and that's all Nyx has to say about it.
It didn't take him long to get them to his apartment. Getting the door open was a chore without setting Prompto back down, but before too long he had him inside and crouches next to the bed to lay him down.]
Here you go. Sleep it off, you'll feel better tomorrow.
[He wasn't sure Prompto could even understand him right now, but he couldn't help but fill the silence.]
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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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...
Probably because he's drunk.
And still pretty damn tipsy, not enough time had passed to clear enough out of his system.
So he quietly eats his skewer, making content sounds and commenting with his mouth full that these were so tasty! He hadn't had these before! And they had the Argentum seal of approval.
But warm food in his tummy and after all that had happened... makes for one hell of a yawn.]
Oh nooooo.
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Sounds about that time.
[Once again he's clapping his hand onto the back of Prompto's neck, pulling him back to the road.]
Let's get you home before you fall over.
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Whoop.
He's drifting fast.
Leaning into him heavily. He went from zero to a hundred in actual seconds.]
No... you'll fall over.
[Nice.]
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You're okay. It's okay. Just hold on to me, all right?
[Definitely time to call it a night. He waves off the concerned truck owner and bends, lifting Prompto almost effortlessly into his arms.
Problem.
He doesn't know exactly where Prompto lives. He's never been on those trips with His Highness. And looking at the other man now? He highly doubts he'all stay awake long enough to tell him.
Nyx sighs, turning his feet towards home. Also not what he expected, but he'll make do.]
Come on. Let's get you settled so you can sleep this off.
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Nyx is warm and he appreciates that. Curling against him on reflex, just... making agreeable sounds to whatever it is he was saying? Face pressed against his neck, under his chin. Breathing him in and relaxing in his arms.
He could barely feel the movement of Nyx walking, it felt like he was floating on a cloud.
...
A really manly and sexy cloud that smells good.
He's going to have weird dreams.]no subject
Nyx marvels quietly at just how much Prompto trusted him tonight. It's not like his life has an absence of trust or anything. As a Glaive he has the trust of the King himself. But...
Prompto wasn't someone who wanted anything from him, not really. He's not Nyx's charge, he doesn't know their life. But he embraced the magic, followed Nyx into a dark tunnel without any hesitation, and now he's so relaxed he's able to just pass out on him without even a thought about where he's going to wake up.
If it had been Tiny that had his hands on Prompto in this state...
Nyx tightens his hold for a moment, scowling at the street. It's a good thing he didn't, and that's all Nyx has to say about it.
It didn't take him long to get them to his apartment. Getting the door open was a chore without setting Prompto back down, but before too long he had him inside and crouches next to the bed to lay him down.]
Here you go. Sleep it off, you'll feel better tomorrow.
[He wasn't sure Prompto could even understand him right now, but he couldn't help but fill the silence.]