PROMPTO;

[crashout]

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[silvergun]

[ Pocket dimensions, huh? His mind is already thinking of Noct and where ever he went when the crystal grabbed him. That goes to a screeching halt at that. ]

Hey, I don't need to try to be smooth. I can be smooth.

[crashout]

[No, see, maybe tell him that Prompto. Instead Junpei's going to focus on this.]

Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?

[silvergun]

[ explaining your friend got vored by a crystal is... a lot ]

Hey, you could pretend to believe it a little bit. So it's a little bit of both.

[crashout]

[...fair.]

I do believe it a little if it helps. [There's your sympathy.] You're more likable than you think you are. Didn't we talk about this?

[...did he talk about this with someone else? Did he forget to say it and it's been rattling around in his head? All of these are very possible.]

[silvergun]

[ There's a small smile at that before he tilts his head a bit. ]

I don't think we did.

[ Or maybe he just thought he was trying to cheer him up? ]

[crashout]

Then consider this us talking about it. [...he's been thinking about things a lot lately, and it's why he feels like he has to make an effort here.] You don't know me very well, but I don't really trust people these days. But somehow, I feel like I can trust you. Why do you think that is?

[silvergun]

Because we're the same height? [ He knows it's not that, but look. They can look each other in the eyes without effort ]

[crashout]

[He reaches over and pushes on Prompto's face a little. Shut upppp.]

Try again.

[silvergun]

Whoa. [ Despite the noise, he's grinning at Junpei as he is pushed. ]

Is it because I keep coming back?

[crashout]

Loyalty is one of your strong points, yeah. But it's not just that either. [Is he baiting Prompto into trying to figure out good things about himself? Yeah. It's easier than outright saying it himself.]

[silvergun]

[ ... ... hmm. ]

You secretly like getting your pictures taken? You know, you could always tell me to take more if you want.

[crashout]

Prompto. [A mock frown.] Come on...you're really gonna make me say it myself? [But he settles again, looking back at the ocean as he thinks.]

...you're one of the more honest people here. I don't have to second-guess what you're thinking or what you're doing and it makes it easier to know what I can tell you or what we can do to figure a way out of here. You might not notice, but you're easy to talk to. In a place like this? That's a pretty valuable skill.

[silvergun]

[ There's a lift in the corner of his mouth st the mock frown.

And then his eyes widen when Junpei actually shares. He fidgets with his hands as he tries to figure out what he should even say. People keep dropping compliments on him. ]

Thanks, man. I'm not used to hearing what I'm good at. I mean, besides my main two skills.

[ He usually hangs with dudes who mess around and would touch on emotions for a moment before calling each other losers the next ]

[crashout]

Yeah, I got that impression. [But yeah, this is about as emotional as he's allowing himself to get.] But you could stand to believe it a little more when people say things. Keep that in mind as you make friends here.

[silvergun]

I'll do my best to.

[ Just hopefully he doesn't get another reason to backtrack like someone close to him dying :< ]

Oh hey, I do have something to show you.

[ He's pulling out something from inside of his vest.

Dundundun~ Ahegun. It's not getting linked. ]

I got the gun.

[crashout]

[There's a gun.

That. Is some fucking gun. What the fuck? He stares for a second as he eyeballs it.]

That's the only gun in the gift shop? [...wait.] ...so you slept with Hizamaru after all.

[silvergun]

Look, I know it looks bad- [ And then his face is going to heat up at sleeping with Hizamaru. ] Y-yeah. Not just the one time either...

[ Why did he share that? ]

Gun! Let's talk about the gun.

[crashout]

How many times did you sleep with him? [NOW HE JUST SOUNDS SURPRISED? PROMPTO? THE GUN CAN WAIT A SEC.]

[silvergun]

...three times?

[ So far. It's still early in the day. ]

[crashout]

[...just. A smirk.]

I told you he wouldn't say no. So. The gun?

[He's done roasting him for now.]

[silvergun]

[ WOW. Now it's his turn to reach over to push him. ]

He- we're friends. Just friends.

[ And Hiza likes helping out his friends. ]

Hold on. Let me grab something.

[ Going to go jogging to the bar real quickly to grab a shot glass. ]

[crashout]

You don't fuck your friends three times in the same week, Prompto! [It's still a joke and he lets Prompto dash across the pool to the bar. What the hell is he doing...? He'll just hang here and watch.]

[silvergun]

[ He's met Hiza, right? Not going to respond to that. Placing the glass at the corner of the bar before he jogs back over. ]

Time to see if I still got it.

[ Showing off is what he's doing. ]

This is a little lighter than I'm used to.

[ Okay time to take aim for the shot glass. When he pulls the trigger, the gun makes a loud moaning sound instead of a bang. ]

[crashout]

[He's watching with keen interest at least because he wants to see what kind of sharpshooter Prompto is. There's an aim, and a fire, and--]

What in the fuck was that?

[silvergun]

What the hell? Why is everything weird here?

[ He was so excited to have a gun again and now this?

Good news, he did hit the shot glass. ]