[He says it slowly, like he's figuring something out, and ends up sitting back on his heels, glancing once again from Ignis, to Noct, to the roof. An idea's starting to take root, and Prompto looks at Noct once more. As he holds his gaze there, slowly--deliberately--taking all his sweet time, he tilts his head, eyebrows rising.
Flying kites. Yeah, he bets they were. But at the same time, he has to know: really? Really, really, guys? Is this happening? Can he be excited??? Oh em gee. O. M. G.
Prompto abruptly switches gears and leans down to try to see Ignis's face, because if he looks half as awksauce as Noct, he's going to flip!]
[Prompto Argentum you are playing with fire (which is always an appropriate figure of speech when referring to Ignis) by teasing the man who is responsible for preparing your food every day.]
I'm afraid this is just what I get for not minding my footing. First rule of...kite-flying.
[Noctis is not allowed to be the source of any lies, ever again, ever. "Kite-flying". Fuck.]
"Pride goes before a fall". In this case, quite literally.
[ Flustered, Noctis looks for assistance and there is none! But since he's pretty much crapped out such a shitty lie, there's little chance but to double down and hope someone puts him out of self-inflicted misery. ]
It was... a big kite?
[ He's shifting, before quickly deciding to deflect it. ] Uh -- Estelle, do we have any first aid kits? In case Iggy broke something? Prompto, is he bleeding anywhere?
[ He's so sorry, by the way. And Prompto, why are you like this.......... ]
Oh, a big kite. [Prompto nods sagely and shoots Estelle a long, meaningful Look.] That's what the kids are into these days.
[The hole Noct's digging for himself doesn't stop from getting deeper.
Iggy gets a once-over and then a kindly clap to the shoulder--if it's teasing, it's friendly teasing, a least. Prompto wouldn't kick a guy when he's literally down.]
Roll over for me, buddy, I can't see if you're dying like this. Do I need to get the stuff for cuts and scrapes and all?
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He spots Estelle, too, and he swears the flush on his cheeks is never going to go away. ]
No, um. It was an accident?
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[He says it slowly, like he's figuring something out, and ends up sitting back on his heels, glancing once again from Ignis, to Noct, to the roof. An idea's starting to take root, and Prompto looks at Noct once more. As he holds his gaze there, slowly--deliberately--taking all his sweet time, he tilts his head, eyebrows rising.
Flying kites. Yeah, he bets they were. But at the same time, he has to know: really? Really, really, guys? Is this happening? Can he be excited??? Oh em gee. O. M. G.
Prompto abruptly switches gears and leans down to try to see Ignis's face, because if he looks half as awksauce as Noct, he's going to flip!]
Fell pretty hard, huh, Iggy?
[hee hee hee hee hee hee.]
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I'm afraid this is just what I get for not minding my footing. First rule of...kite-flying.
[Noctis is not allowed to be the source of any lies, ever again, ever. "Kite-flying". Fuck.]
"Pride goes before a fall". In this case, quite literally.
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[she glances between Noctis, Prompto and Ignis, brows furrowed. Estelle doesn’t quiet get it yet, but they were most definitely not flying kites.
Noctis looked kinda flushed, though, now that her eyes were adjusting to the darkness.]
.....Yeaaaah, I don’t buy that by a long shot, guys. ‘Fess up, will you? You’re blushing, you know.
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[ Flustered, Noctis looks for assistance and there is none! But since he's pretty much crapped out such a shitty lie, there's little chance but to double down and hope someone puts him out of self-inflicted misery. ]
It was... a big kite?
[ He's shifting, before quickly deciding to deflect it. ] Uh -- Estelle, do we have any first aid kits? In case Iggy broke something? Prompto, is he bleeding anywhere?
[ He's so sorry, by the way. And Prompto, why are you like this.......... ]
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[The hole Noct's digging for himself doesn't stop from getting deeper.
Iggy gets a once-over and then a kindly clap to the shoulder--if it's teasing, it's friendly teasing, a least. Prompto wouldn't kick a guy when he's literally down.]
Roll over for me, buddy, I can't see if you're dying like this. Do I need to get the stuff for cuts and scrapes and all?