"Oh come on, dude, it was just some good romping, relax and let the hot water do -"
Prompto's words catch in his throat, cut off by a shocked squawk as Lunafreya shows up. Not a squeak, thank you very much, Noct. Not only does she show up, but she does the sort of thing that makes the blonde need to duck and put his mouth under the damn water before he shoves his foot into it. The tight grip from his boyfriend helps too, though Prompto cannot help but wonder if it is to steady him, or to steady Noct.
Holy crap. The Oracle herself. Noct's fiance, absolute bombshell she is, is naked and smiling at the both of them. There is no way this is allowed for him. This is his best friend's, his boyfriend's girl. Some of the thoughts flashing through his mind as blue eyes go wide are the sort of things he ought to be ashamed of even thinking about someone else's girl. This is a grave violation of the Bro Code. A shirking of his sacred duty as a top-tier wingman. Astrals take the damned wheel.
The flighty Prompto blows some bubbles before surfacing, shooting Noct a stunned look that breaks as the magnetism of Lunafreya pulls his focus back on her.
"H-haaaaaauh? He-hello? Howwwww bout that sexy weather? Seems pretty good for growin' melons!"
Oh Six help him-
Prompto's words catch in his throat, cut off by a shocked squawk as Lunafreya shows up. Not a squeak, thank you very much, Noct. Not only does she show up, but she does the sort of thing that makes the blonde need to duck and put his mouth under the damn water before he shoves his foot into it. The tight grip from his boyfriend helps too, though Prompto cannot help but wonder if it is to steady him, or to steady Noct.
Holy crap. The Oracle herself. Noct's fiance, absolute bombshell she is, is naked and smiling at the both of them. There is no way this is allowed for him. This is his best friend's, his boyfriend's girl. Some of the thoughts flashing through his mind as blue eyes go wide are the sort of things he ought to be ashamed of even thinking about someone else's girl. This is a grave violation of the Bro Code. A shirking of his sacred duty as a top-tier wingman. Astrals take the damned wheel.
The flighty Prompto blows some bubbles before surfacing, shooting Noct a stunned look that breaks as the magnetism of Lunafreya pulls his focus back on her.
"H-haaaaaauh? He-hello? Howwwww bout that sexy weather? Seems pretty good for growin' melons!"
Fucking damn it.