[Ignis has removed his ass from slappable range, so Prompto play-punches his arm instead, still partway bent and grinning with lols.]
Well, remind me never to motivate you like that against me! I like having all my atoms in the right place and not ripped apart with nuclear spelldaggers.
[He's amused, and the way that he bats at Prompto's punch reflects it, and yet there's something to his reply that is also entirely, significantly serious.]
Against you? Hardly. But if you were in danger? I would find myself very motivated.
[The news isn't new, so that can't be why Prompto blinks, brain tripping over whatever he was thinking of saying. The image is, though. The connection Ignis makes: What I did in Altissia for Noct, I'd do for you.
It swamps him, the enormity of it, the tidal overkill of emotion. Maybe no matter how many times the people who love him say it, Prompto will never stand quite tall enough to see the wave coming. It'll always crash over him with this force, leaving him stunned and entirely soaked in feeling on the shore.
Awash in affection, Prompto ducks his head and bumps Ignis's arm once more, shyer this time because it means so much.]
Yeah, well. Me too. I mean, the other way. I can put nitro boosters on, too.
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Motivated.
[Ignis has removed his ass from slappable range, so Prompto play-punches his arm instead, still partway bent and grinning with lols.]
Well, remind me never to motivate you like that against me! I like having all my atoms in the right place and not ripped apart with nuclear spelldaggers.
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[He's amused, and the way that he bats at Prompto's punch reflects it, and yet there's something to his reply that is also entirely, significantly serious.]
Against you? Hardly. But if you were in danger? I would find myself very motivated.
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It swamps him, the enormity of it, the tidal overkill of emotion. Maybe no matter how many times the people who love him say it, Prompto will never stand quite tall enough to see the wave coming. It'll always crash over him with this force, leaving him stunned and entirely soaked in feeling on the shore.
Awash in affection, Prompto ducks his head and bumps Ignis's arm once more, shyer this time because it means so much.]
Yeah, well. Me too. I mean, the other way. I can put nitro boosters on, too.