006. prompto/noctis; say you'll never let me go

[messofhangups]

we could waste the night with an old film smoke a little weed on the couch in the back room

( Prompto had really expected things to get worse after the fight incident — and with certain people it kind of had. But there was a bit of a chance for the better at the same time once word had gotten out that he’d unceremoniously kneed one of the biggest assholes in their class in the junk. Alec and his cronies were as bad as ever, worse, but some of the rest of the class, well… it was better. Sort of. Prompto still felt like he and Noct were sort of an island unto themselves, which was fine, Noct wasn’t big on being social and he didn’t blame him. But Prompto himself had found conversations starting and flowing easier in the few classes he didn’t share with Noct. Hell he even had a few back up people to sit with at lunch now when the prince was called away for princely things. It was kind of nice. Still though he hadn’t really expected that day’s events. Being handed off a small bag from one of the boys in his art class as they all shuffled out for the day, a promise of it’s a killer strain, Prompto, you’ll love it like this was something that Prompto did. Which he didn’t. Not that he wasn’t curious, but when your only real friend was the Crown Prince getting high wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you could bring up. Right? He spent a few days researching it, making sure he wouldn’t inadvertently kill Noct because that would pretty much spell execution and finding no evidence of people dying from smoking pot he goes onto the best ways to do just that. And maybe it’s overkill, the hoodie he keeps up as he goes into the shop, the giant sunglasses he wears on his way there and out, the half thought of a fake mustache — because really it would be his luck that by some sheer coincidence Ignis is driving by on this road at the same time Prompto slinks into a paraphernalia shop. But he gets a small glass pipe and that was that. And then it still takes four days to work up the nerve to even bring it up to Noct. They’d gotten drunk before, but this was different. This wasn’t just illegal for their age, it was illegal period. And he feels like some kind of criminal coming over with the bag of weed and pipe in his bag and an hour into games he finally works up the nerve, nudges Noct’s shoulder with his own from their spot on the floor, backs to the couch. ) Hey dude… you want to get high? ( Overly casual. Like he was asking if he wanted to order pizza. )