"O-okay, man..." Prompto stutters out, bouncing his way over to the window. "Get ready!" Is the only warning he gives before throwing the crude fabric curtains apart, allowing the morning light to filter into the room. Much better, the blond thinks, though he knows for certain his boyfriend will vehemently disagree.

Speaking of his boyfriend...Now, in the light, there absolutely is something off here. He closes the gap between window and bed, head tilting to one side. What the heck is it? The nagging thought will not cease to bother him, swirling about in his head as he takes a seat between Noct's legs to allow him a better look at his back. "Is it...Is it bad? Scary? Am I sick??? Dude, it is SO over-"

It certainly itches. Still. The feeling makes the hairs on the back of the anxious boy's neck stand on end.