[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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[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.
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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.]