Noctis hisses an irritated little noise, batting at Prompto's fingers and huffing.
"What? Maybe I'm just going grey early from all the shit you guys have been telling me." He shoves playfully at Prompto's shoulder but doesn't make any real effort to dislodge him. Sometimes he just has to play up the grumpiness for dramatic effect. In fact he even rolls his eyes and pointedly looks away.
Which makes it all the clearer to Prompto that the white strands go from a few strands here and there to something fuller at the back of Noctis' neck. Fluffy and soft, an almost velvety softness to the hairs like the fur of a bunny rabbit as it begins to creep down his neck from just below his hairline.
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"What? Maybe I'm just going grey early from all the shit you guys have been telling me." He shoves playfully at Prompto's shoulder but doesn't make any real effort to dislodge him. Sometimes he just has to play up the grumpiness for dramatic effect. In fact he even rolls his eyes and pointedly looks away.
Which makes it all the clearer to Prompto that the white strands go from a few strands here and there to something fuller at the back of Noctis' neck. Fluffy and soft, an almost velvety softness to the hairs like the fur of a bunny rabbit as it begins to creep down his neck from just below his hairline.