[Yeah, well, Ignis has apparently made the executive decision that he's going to sleep eight whole hours. Can you believe that? Only eight.]
Pretty sure you're always like that.
[It's a gentle tease, one that comes complete with a soft hair ruffle. Before he looks over his shoulder towards where the present is hidden behind the counter.]
[What kind of question is that? Of course he likes hugs. Especially Prompto hugs.
It's, well, a little different than the ones he used to give. A little bit tighter and admittedly last a little bit longer, like he doesn't quite want to let go.
But he does, fussing a little bit with the chocobo, adjusting the tag even though it doesn't need it.]
We both did. [Okay, that was a lie.] Well, it was my idea. I made the tag.
[It's okay, he can deal with the hug being a little tighter and longer. He had the same thing happen with Ignis when he arrived, so it's not a huge deal. It's a little awkward on his end because he's holding his muffin out to one side so it doesn't get squished in the hug.
Once they break apart, he laughs, giving the chocobo a little pet on the head with two fingers.]
[Something strange happens when you stumble upon your best friend's dead body and you have to ask a third member of the former boy band to come help with the burial.
But there is a delicious muffin to be eaten and a cute little stuffed chocobo to cuddle.]
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Pretty sure you're always like that.
[It's a gentle tease, one that comes complete with a soft hair ruffle. Before he looks over his shoulder towards where the present is hidden behind the counter.]
Close your eyes.
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[He laughs and gives Noct's arm a half-hearted swipe. His hair's messy anyway, so it's not like it's messed up, but it's the principle.]
Ooh. Okay.
[Eyes closed! Though if Noct turns his back, he might crack one open the tiniest bit.]
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Hey! Eyes closed.
[Just in case he snatches the present out from where it's hiding quickly, slipping it behind his back as he moves in close.
Then he takes a moment to adjust it in his hands, making sure it's sitting perfectly.]
Happy Birthday, Prom. From me and Iggy.
[And in those hands is a little handmade chocobo. Along with a ribbon and a tag tied around it's neck that says 'Sunshine'.]
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Fiine.
[He'll keep his eyes closed, then! Completely, lest he doesn't get a present.
And when he does open his eyes again...well, of all the things he could have expected, a tiny knit chocobo wasn't one of them.]
Omigosh it's so tiny! Did you or Ignis make him? [And then he notices the tag.] Aw, and you named him Sunshine. So cute!
[Do you like hugs, Noctis? 'Cause you're getting one.]
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It's, well, a little different than the ones he used to give. A little bit tighter and admittedly last a little bit longer, like he doesn't quite want to let go.
But he does, fussing a little bit with the chocobo, adjusting the tag even though it doesn't need it.]
We both did. [Okay, that was a lie.] Well, it was my idea. I made the tag.
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Once they break apart, he laughs, giving the chocobo a little pet on the head with two fingers.]
You did a great job on it. Thanks.
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But there is a delicious muffin to be eaten and a cute little stuffed chocobo to cuddle.]
Of course. Anything for you, Prom.
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Hey, you don't have to do all that. You didn't really have to get me a birthday present, even.
[Do birthdays still really count if one is dead?]
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[Aren't you so glad he's your bff?]
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I wouldn't! I didn't even think birthdays were really a thing anymore, since...y'know...
[Vague handwave with the muffin.]
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He's going to dive in a steal a bite of that muffin.]
You know if you don't want it, you can always give it back.
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[The loss of part of the muffin is an acceptable one, but he still sadfaces at it, cradling the stuffed present to his chest.]
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[Just be thankful that he didn't start singing it.]
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[He'd sing along if he did.]
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[You actually have the voice for it, Prom.]
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[Don't encourage him, he'll sing it when it's most inconvenient.]
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[Is he? Is he winking at you right now? He definitely is.]
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Well, there's also Cindy, but she's...
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...I should've expected that.
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[He hadn't told a single soul. Which means either Luna is a blabber mouth or Prompto just figured it out by basic powers of deduction.]
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I--really? I figured since you guys didn't seem very close anymore and uh--
[Y'know what, he's just going to stuff the rest of the muffin into his mouth to shut himself up. He assumed, and it was apparently right.]
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