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Private Sun & Sand & Chocobos

Discussion in 'Horizon' started by Noctis Lucis Caelum, Apr 29, 2018.

  1. Noctis Lucis Caelum

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    May 3, Year 7
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    "So," Noctis started as he stepped away from portal network building that was meant to be their ticket back to Misty Hollow, taking the front steps two at a time. The very same network where he'd been talking quietly to the guy working there (and half arguing with, trying not to let his frustration get the better of him) while he had waited for Prompto to go and get some last souvenir or ice cream or whatever from their extremely short visit to Horizon. They'd arrived only a few hours ago, early that morning, escorting some people who were far too freaked out about the fall of Misty Hollow's barrier to stay there.

    Noctis had been with the Defense force for only a day now, so he didn't complain when he was given the job of escorting people through the portal, making sure they got settled into Horizon okay and had a place to stay. Luckily, there was plenty of room in Horizon for visitors and tourists in a couple of inns. Plus, some of the residents were more than willing to share their homes if only for a little while.

    It was going to be just a short visit to Horizon, no more than a few hours. And then Noct and Prompto would head right back, and Noctis could start with the actual defending stuff that he was eager to help out with. Because he was pretty damn good at that sort of stuff. Not that he minded helping to take people to safety, of course. But he had other skills that could be put to good use.

    "Do you want the good news first? Or the bad news?" he finished, shooting the mirror network one last frustrated look before turning back to Prompto, arms crossed over his chest. Cause yep, there was definitely both good news and bad news here.

    The bad news? "So, the woman who was running the portal network? She...uh...heard about Misty Hollow's barrier falling and is kind of now refusing to send anyone to Misty Hollow. Even us." So yep, their stay was kind of extended. It was suddenly a bit longer than a few hours.

    As for the good news? "They're trying to get someone in to replace her, but they think it might take a day or two. Soooo...We're kind of on vacation." Which...kind of sucked. Noct had already called his boss to explain the situation, and he'd been understanding. But despite the pretty bad situation back home (but the rest of the Defenders had it covered -- Misty Hollow would still be there when they got back), Noctis did find himself looking around the small desert town with renewed interest.

    Maybe a vacation with his bff would be kind of good, especially since they hadn't like really hung out (or if they had, Noct had drowned it all in a haze of 'woe is me') and this could be kind of fun. You know. If there was anything to do in some little town in the middle of the desert.
     
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    It was like riding a bike. A bike full of daemons and hard-repressed memories; which sounded like the lyrics of some emo song t-b-h. But that was reality, yo. All the able-bodied folk helpin' out all the people who didn't know how to fight. Getting them to places that were either safe or more safe; while the fighters fought the good fight.

    Yeah, it would have been easy to fall into a slump of oh no; but honestly he was all so used to this, that it was somehow balancing out the panic. It wasn't like the sun went away or anything. It was just a big part of his life before. Which - yeah - was friggin' unsettling. But there was enough to do, so it didn't really get under his skin. Plus, Noct was around, which helped.

    The fact the boyo seemed to be sorta loving this series of apocalyptic events, was kind of hilarious in the saddest way possible...like most things Noct, t-b-h. He liked having a purpose; goals and things depending on him. Which was - yanno - the opposite of how he was before the road trip. But Prompto felt it too. Before Noct had dropped into M-H, he had been finding himself seeking danger, despite his own life being redic-levels of domestic.

    Apparently that was just...something that happened.
    Weird, yo.

    Prompto had ended up volunteering all his free time with the Defenders; ready to help however he could. Because like...it would have been a beyond dick move not to. He was pretty dang good at keeping his booty safe, at this point in his life. To just let other peeps handle the burden, would have been the exact opposite of helpful.

    So now they were in Horizon.
    Relocating a nice little family that couldn't quite handle the spoopiness of Misty Hollow.

    Entire thing shouldn't have even taken half a day. Just escort them to the network-thingy. Settle them into Horizon. Get home and burn some cereal somehow. Buuuut something was up. What exactly, they had no idea. So Prompto had wandered off to do a tiny bit of playing tourist, while Noct fought the good fight. Meaning used his ever-so-slightly-better social skills to find out what the hell was going on.

    Prompto returned with two cones of ice cream; because ice cream. There didn't need to be logic or reason. He had just seen - or rather - smelled the shop. A super cute ice cream girl may have swayed that further. And there he stood - with two cone of ice cream. The one in his right hand already licked down almost to the cone; the left untouched. Somehow not quite melty yet. It was super thinking about dripping though.

    "I bringith sugar...ith," he handed Noct off some ice cream, as the broski asked what flavor of news he wanted to hear, "Uhhh...bad. Rip off that band-aid, dude."

    Cleaning the edge of his cone with his tongue as Noct talked, he frowned, "What the hell? I get wanting to protect people, but come on! We literally just came from there. She should just warn peeps maybe then let us friggin' pass," he shook his head, "Now seduce me with your good news."

    It took him several seconds to actually digest what Noct had just said. He was so stuck on stranded that the idea of vacation took an actual amount of time for him to comprehend.

    "W-whoa. Vaca?" a grin spread across his features - before he glanced over his shoulder.

    This place was friggin' beautiful. Weather was nice. Had cute ice cream girls. Plus like...since Noct had come back - and for years - they hadn't really just...bro'd. Yeah, they hung out. Yeah they sat around and did nothing. But not genuinely like. Bro'd. With a capital B.

    And even with both of them weirdly addicted to danger or whatever the fuck was happening there - the idea of just having fun with Noct was...neat. Sorta quieting that internal panic that was low-key brewin' in his gut.

    He punched Noct's shoulder, "Dude! Yes! I mean it's like...turbo bad that we can't go back to help; but it's also like not our fault we're stuck here, yanno? So, dude...wanna go exploring? Down the street," he motioned over his shoulder - bouncing on his heels slightly, "I swear I heard the chocobow kweh," his impression actually wasn't terrible, "But I mean...do you think chocobos are here? Dude! What if chocobos are here" his mind was bouncing around faster than his mouth could follow, "We! Need! To! Go! Find! Them!" he punctuated his words by motioning with ice cream hand.

    A good portion of his ice cream ended up next to his shoe.

    "Aw, dammit," he poked it with his boot, "Rip ice cream. But! Oh...man. If they have chocobos, that means they might have chocobo stuff. I could get a chocobo hoodie to replace that one that got shredded. Oh! OH! Man, we could actually get you more than like...two shirts. I mean..." he pulled out his wallet, staring at his money as he did a bit of mental math too, "I'm not loaded right now but...let's get weird."

    Meaning go see some large birds and possibly buy some much needed clothing.

     
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    Noctis' eyes could only follow the path of that ice cream cone as Prompto flailed it wildly around, waiting for its inevitable end splattered across the ground.

    Or across Noctis' shirt.

    It was part of the reason he had stepped like two feet back as Prompto's arms started going wild, because there was no way in hell he was tempting fate. Besides, his own cone was already dripping and Noctis just rolled his eyes at Prompto's exuberance (from a certain angle, he almost looked like he was trying to flap around like a chocobo) as he licked up everything that was dripping, and then the sides to try and avoid any future dipping. Then he kind of just took a bite from the top, shuddering a bit from the cold. But it was a good shudder, cause chocolate.

    And man, not even the inevitable loss of a good chunk of Prompto's ice cream could sour his mood. And he was already talking about clothes shopping, and souvenirs and of course the chocobos. Noct was like halfway done with his own ice cream by that point, face settled into somethihng halfway between amused and bored as he tucked a hand into his pocket. "One rule, man. I am not wearing anything yellow."

    Noctis' wardrobe was like.... 90% black, with the occasional red or white or dark blue tossed in there for just a touch of variety. Yellow was not in his vocabulary. And if they found any chocobo merch, yellow was a guarantee.

    But he definitely was just as curious about the chocobos as Prompto, and his eyes looked across Horizon, half hoping to see a giant feathered bird just hop out of nowhere. He just, you know, kept his excitement very carefully contained.

    "Don't know about here, but I did meet a black Chocobo a while back. Before I ran into you," he started as he meandered down the street, gesturing over his shoulder for Prompto to follow. "It was chasing a guy up a tree," he recalled, snorting a little at the memory. That day had been kind of ridiculous.

    Finding a chocobo in Horizon, it turned out, was just a little bit more of a challenge. They were currently in the center of the town, weaving their way through an open air market, over the multiple pillars of earth that jutted the center of the town up above the ground of the gorge, wooden bridges connecting each section to each other.

    At least until they stumbled upon a little wooden sign, one that had a crude chocobo etched into it, with a big arrow pointing off towards a walkway that would lead them down to the bottom of the gorge, where it was all plantlife and vegetation and probably chocobos now too.

    Noctis walked up to the low fence that stopped anyone from bumbling into a particularly nasty fall and leaned over the edge, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he spied what he was pretty sure were big fuzzy yellow somethings meandering about, still a ways off. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, took a bite from his ice cream cone as he grinned over at Prompto.

    "You think they'll let us race 'em?"
     
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    It was kinda a bummer about the whole being stranded thing; but once vacation mode started to take hold of Prompto's mind - he was getting excited on a level that he wasn't even trying to contain. Why would he? Noct was used to this. Wasn't like he was some pretty girl he was trying to impress. He could just be himself and literally vibrate and drop ice cream on the group and make squeaky noises about chocobos.

    Because CHOCOBOS.

    Prompto snorted as Noct made a royal decree about not wearing yellow. Of course the broski wouldn't wear yellow. With all the black in the dude's wardrobe, he'd end up just looking like a bee. While hilarious, he got it. But Prompto was also about a thousand percent sure that the fabled black chocobo gear would exist too.

    And then...betrayal. Prompto made a noise that started in the back of his throat, and somehow came out through his nose. Similar to a cat being pet the wrong way, really. His eyes widened as Noct just casually mentioned meeting a black chocobo and never-ever - yanno - telling Prompto. The person who basically cried the first time they rolled up to Wiz' ranch. The person who had chocobo PJs and wore them with pride.

    "Dude!" he started following Noct as the broski wandered yonder, "Where the hell did you see chocobos," his ice cream stain long forgotten on the ground behind them, "Cuz like...I cannot believe this is the first I'm hearing of this, yo. You not telling me about seeing a chocobo here. Like I pay for your food, bro. I feel so betrayed," he sighed, attempting to add extra angst into his voice, but the excitement of actually seeing a chocobo was making it impossible.

    They continued to wander until they found a sign with a familiar shape; Prompto punching Noct in the shoulder over and over as he stared at it.

    "This! Is! Happening!"

    Coming across a low fence, he finished off his ice cream - eyes locked on to a very familiar shape.

    "Bro," his voice barely above a whisper, as he put his hand on Noct's shoulder, before shaking him slightly, "We should ask! Like...this place is kinda a tourist trap. Be dumb if they didn't."

    His eyes were still locked on the poofy giant birds that were roostin' in the distance. Pulling his camera from his shoulder, he took a picture. Wasn't the greatest but...who cared? The smile that was plastered on his face was a different brand than the one that had bubbled over with excitement. It was...more relaxed.

    "Man," his voice quiet, as he stared down at the picture on his camera, "I'm glad I'm here," spoken mostly to himself, before he shook the two secs of serious, and the normal smile pulled at his features.

    "The bird-dude wouldn't be too far from his kids, right? So..." his eyes scanned the area around them, before pointing at a building a bit further down. It rested next to the low fence. Seemed promising.

    Shooting Noct a silent question with a glance, he slapped his shoulder, and half-skipped in the direction of the building.

    "I'm gonna ride my chocobo all dayyyyyyy."


     
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    "Chocobo. It was just one chocobo," he corrected Prompto. Not like he really needed to. Because whether it was a single Chocobo or a whole flock of them, yep, Prompto was having a mini-meltdown over there. Then again, it was a black chocobo, and they were a pretty rare find out in the wild. But Noct just shrugged lightly, amusement quirking his lips as he shook his head. "You never asked."

    Asked or not, Prompto was clearly getting his revenge now with each playful punch and jab to Noctis' shoulder. Repeatedly. The excitement building, and for one crazy moment Noct had to wonder if his friend could literally implode from all that energy that he wasn't even bothering to hold back. He twisted his lips, pretty sure his shoulder was gonna be all bruised now (it wasn't) as he rubbed at it.

    "Ow," he said, voice flat.

    And then the shaking, and Noct snorted, twisting out of Prompto's grip to shove his own hand against his friend's shoulder, giving him a taste of his own medicine. It was something playful and childish, and it felt good.

    So yeah, maybe he could take a day or two without feeling trapped under the weight of his own thoughts.

    He leaned forward against the fence, one arm drooping lazily over it, the cone in his other hand back at his mouth. Noct still had a good half of it left, while Prompto devoured the rest of his -- everything that hadn't been splattered over the ground, at least. And he just kind of hummed in response to Prompto's whispered statement, falling easily into that lazy, peaceful moment as he watched the yellow balls of fluff meander around in what must have been a rather large pen.

    Behind them was one of the several waterfalls spilling noisily down the earthen walls of Horizon, flowing away towards somewhere out of sight. Noct's eyes followed the flow as he turned slightly, leaning a bit further out as he tried to get an idea of where it was heading.

    He was already itching to break out his rod and check out the fishing down here.

    That rod hadn't seen the light of day nor the starlight of a clear night since before he'd arrived in Misty Hollow. Before his single-minded determination, that bit of hope, had been fractured into little tiny pieces. But something new -- still fragile, but growing stronger by the day -- had been shaped from those broken shards..

    Noct jerked his head back up, pulled suddenly from his thoughts to see Prompto pointing excitedly towards a building as he smacked Noct's shoulder (again) and took off in that direction, a familiar song on his lips. The Prince let out a sigh and, hand rubbing his shoulder again, followed after Prompto at a far more relaxed pace.

    He was skipping on the inside.

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    Horizon had Chocobos. Which that helpful sign had first told them. But soon after they arrived at that central building -- part information center, part gift shop -- they soon were faced with all the extras too. Riding lessons. Chocobo rentals (with the bird carefully matched with the rider, of course, for best compatibility). There was even a track that had been setup around the perimeter of the floor of the gorge for racing or just trotting.

    Of course, rentals and racing required a bit of a test of skill first, to make sure the birds weren't being taken out by anybody completely inept. No need to endanger either the riders or the Chocobos, after all. Not that Noct was worried about that, at all.

    They were practically pros at this point.

    Still, it was kind of weird trotting around in circles, directing the Chocobo, speeding her up, slowing her down, all while some stranger with a clipboard and a bright yellow hat enthusiastically judged them, even shouting out number scores.

    Noct was relieved it was over, the lady giving them a thumbs up and a legit Chocobo License, all laminated and shiny. Meant they didn't have to repeat that humiliating process with each subsequent visit.

    And now? With his new license pocketed, Noct grinned, feeling far more relaxed now that they were no longer being literally graded. He held up a bunch of gysahl greens to the large yellow bird who was shaking out her feathers, before darting her head curiously forward and tugging on a clump. "That's a good girl," he said, reaching up to stroke down the back of her neck. She was healthy and strong, probably a few years old. The Chocobo lady had introduced her as Paprika.

    "You ready to ride?" He couldn't hide the excitement in his voice as he leaned back to wave at Prompto.
     
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    Prompto stared at the brand-spankin’-new license between his fingers. It was something he never knew he needed, but here he was. With a friggin’ chocobo license. Back in Lucis, he was pretty sure these things didn’t exist. They just sorta trusted that you weren’t gonna eat your chocobo when you rented it. Maybe Wiz was just like that. He was a pretty chill dude, after all. Even stayed chill after the sun went splat and his ranch had to shut down.

    But honestly? Prompto dug this system. Made sure people who actually got on the giant amazing birbs, knew what the hell they were doing. Didn’t make him any less stressed when the testing started, though. Yeah, he knew what he was doing - but that didn’t mean it’d come across. Or worse - maybe something he normally did while choco-riding was like...super frowned upon here.

    What if he was hurting the chocobo and didn’t even know it?

    In the end, though, his score was pretty sweet. Even somehow made half-friends with the person who examined him. Not that he got her number or anything. Or would want it. She was like...twice his age, easily. But she loved chocobos too, and that’s what matters.

    With a satisfied smile, Prompto slid his license into his wallet with the assorted other useless cards. He...honestly didn’t know why he kept them. There was his Insomnia Driver’s License - featuring the worst picture that has ever been taken of him. There was his debit card for his pathetic bank account that didn’t exist here. Nor...had really existed since Insomnia went bloop. There was an Insomnia Library Card that was made of some sort of cardboard. Thing was basically a circle, it was so old. Relic from the days where books were his best friend, not Noct.

    Crazy.

    Taking a deep breath, he wandered over to Noct - who was doing exactly what he expected he’d be doing; befriending every animal in the city. Broski just...had a way with nonpeople. They all just instantly loved him. Honestly one of Prompto’s fav pics of Noct of all time, was him passed-the-hell-out on his chocobo. Not...while riding it, of course. That’d be dangerous. Nah, this was during camp. After some long-ass day of running around Lucis and fighting the good fight. The chocobo was curled around Noct - almost kinda protectively, as he just...snoozed happily on its feathers. It was friggin’ adorable, okay?

    Uh-door-uh-bull.

    And here was Noct, hugging a chocobo.

    Prompto snapped a quick shot.

    Born ready!” he resisted the urge to shake, punch, or vibrate Noct any more than he already had, “Bruh...we’re officially licensed to ride chocobos! How cool is that?” his focus shifted to the beautiful chocobo Noct had been flirting with.

    He offered her a smile.
    She replied with a kweh.

    Hello there, beautiful,” he winked, before clapping his hands together and glancing back to Noct.

    It was super easy to be distracted by this many chocobos around him.

    So! Wanna race? Wanna just wander Horizon on chocobos? Both? I vote both,” he rubbed his hands together, way-way-way too eager to get started.

    It was easy to get kinda wound-up from the crazy shit that was happening back in Misty Hollow, t-b-h. Yeah, fighting was fun. Helping people was fun. But like...man, it was familiar. Way-way-way too familiar. But with the sun up and this lil’ break from the madness, Prompto felt like he could actually handle it all. Well - he was already handling it, but in a more vague sorta sense. Like he’d freak himself out at roughly 3am while staring at the ceiling.

    This lil’ vaca though...made it seem way more possible to actually keep his head on straight and just take it all in stride. After all, it wasn’t the same, yo. Wasn’t like Noct had been sucked into a crystal right after Prompto had been finally ripped from Ardyn’s gross-ass fingers. It wasn’t like the sun had gone away and left them with nothing but ‘uhh...what...do we do now?’ It wasn’t even close to the same.

    He’d be okay.
    And this was just making it easier.

     
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    So maybe Noct was kind of the animal whisperer. He'd always had a way with animals, ever since he was young and had started sneaking food to the occasional cat that managed to slip into the Citadel's gardens. Those cats had shown him the tiny spaces only a child could slip through in order to find his way to freedom beyond the Citadel walls, after all (though it hadn't taken Ignis very long to figure out what was up -- typical Ignis). He'd continued to feed those cats even after after he'd grown too tall, shoulders too wide, to manage those tight spaces, ignoring any protests or gentle chiding to giving the cats a reason to keep coming back.

    He might have even gotten a pet cat when he had finally convinced his father (who had gone to great lengths to convince the Council) to let him live on his own, and learn some independence. Except that the few apartments that fit their rather stringent requirements were mostly lacking in pet approval. And sure, if the Crown Prince of Lucis had asked for a cat, who in their right mind would have said no to that? But Noct had never been keen on throwing his status around in order to get what he wanted, and so his apartment had remained sadly cat free.

    But man, he really loved animals. To the point where he could legit ignore the familiar snap of that camera as he hugged Paprika, pressing his face into her feathers. Yep, they were totally bonded now and forever. Sucked that he probably wouldn't be able to come back here too often.

    "Cooler than getting my driver's license," he said with a faint smile, looking over at Prompto who was practically vibrating his excitement.

    Prompto who was totally flirting with Noct's chocobo, and the prince raised an eyebrow at his friend, one hand stroking those feathers still.

    "Hey man, no stealing my chocobo. I saw her first," he teased, waving his friend off. Paprika gave Prompto another little 'kweh' before nuzzling her beak into Noct's hair, mussing up the dark strands. He instinctively ducked out of the way, fingers going up to his hair, trying to blindly fix the damage.

    But man, it felt good to swing himself up onto the Chocobo's back, settling down into the saddle, fingers wrapping around the reigns. Even in a totally different world, this felt so familiar and he gently pressing his legs into the Chocobo's sides, urging her forward. He cast a glance back towards the town and then to the race track in the distance. Horizon wasn't all that big, though the bottom of the gorge seemed to be teaming with life that must have been a rare find in the rest of the desert. He cast his eyes towards the walls of the gorge and found option #3.

    "Race ya to the top!" he called back to Prompto, before urging his chocobo forward, Paprika letting out a happy note as she trotted towards that winding path that twisted up the walls of the gorge, trusting in the chocobo to follow a route that was all too familiar to her. Prompto could probably get some cool photos from up top too.
     
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    A smile spread across Prompto’s freckled features, at Noct’s comment about his driver’s license. Honestly...the fact Noct had his at all was sorta mind blowing. With Iggy driving him around all the time - and honestly literally anyone he asked - it really wasn’t needed. He always assumed that Noct just got consumed by Prompto’s own excitement to drive. As a kid with parents who worked the weirdest hours in Eos, he did a lot-lot-lot of walking, bike riding, subway taking, and bus braving. And every-single-time, it sucked. Driving, however, was a promise for better. Before Insomnia went down in literal flames, he had actually been saving for a car. Had a decent amount stowed away, before their entire economy basically stopped existing.

    That money was long gone now.

    Right?” he gave a quick nod, “Plus unlike that test, I aced this one,” he winked for some reason, before quickly shoving his hands in his pockets, wondering why he was the way he was.

    And - of course - the Noctinator very quickly picked up on Prompto making eyes at his chocobo. Were this a girl that had a thing for Noct, he’d probably insist Prompto took her off his hands. But this was something that actually mattered to Noct; it was an animal.

    Which...was an entire bag of cats that Prompto made a point to not touch with a thousand-foot pole. Noct just...seemed annoyed by girls. Well, not girls in general. Just...flirting. Which made the whole engaged to Luna thing mind-blowing on about a billion levels. But that wasn’t exactly Noct being romantic and smooth. That was a Peace Treaty dealio. Weirder yet was that Noct actually didn’t seem to throw a fit about the idea; though Prompto had a slight suspicion that it was just ‘cuz he missed his former bff.

    And that's understandable, yo. He just hadn't seen Noct for three years, and was losing his mind. Not seeing him for twelve? Fuck that.

    In conclusion, Prompto needed to stop flirting with Noct’s chocobo before he got punched.

    Prompto laughed as the chocobo messed with the broski’s perfect hair.
    N’awww, she’s cleaning you. Not sure if that means you’re her husband or kid,” his eyes dropped in thought, “But...I actually got a chocobro over yonder. Her name is Popcorn and I’d die for her,” he nodded, “She actually followed me around after I finished testing. Isn’t exactly as in love with me as yours is - but I am but a pleb,” he motioned over his shoulder, before jogging off to go grab Popcorn.

    She was chocobo who was yellow. Very, very, very yellow. Like...burn your eyes out yellow. But the best part was that she had a lil’ patch of white on her chest and butt.

    Popcorn was beautiful.

    Climbing onto her back, he guided her over to Noct - who had already done the same.
    Yonder wander!

    It quickly became apparent that Horizon wasn’t exactly...big. So there options were limited.

    Prompto’s mind was slowly sorting through each thought as it came to pass, until Noct just kinda...chose.

    And totally got a head start.
    Cheater.

    Prompto was quick to follow; giving Popcorn a gentle kick to the sides to get her going. She made a strange-ass noise, but ran forward. Prompto’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as they ran; eyes on the emo-nerd who was a no-good cheater. Popcorn jumped for some reason, causing him to make a strange-ass noise, before they hit the ground again.

    Finally making it to the top, he stopped Popcorn next to Noct, who - yes - kicked his ass.
    Dude,” Prompto’s eyes moved from gently glaring at the back of Noct’s head to the view in front of them, “Holy...crap.

    Before them, was all of Horizon. The height sorta made him wanna throw up, but the photo-nerd in him kept his stomach’s goop firmly in place.

    He slid off his chocobo, offering Popcorn a nice scratch before he stood in front of her.

    Since coming to this reality, he had done some sightseeing. Poked his head into Pandora Town on a few days off; ran around Misty Hollow’s forests like someone who was asking to die. Yanno - totally normal things. But...honestly? Forests were nice, but kinda dangerous and there’s only so many tree-pics you can take before it gets stale. Pandora Town was nice and all..but it was a straight-up city. Views were mostly of cool buildings and not much else.

    Genuinely finding vistas and just...really nice sights, wasn’t something that had happened, since basically the sun went away. Yeah, he still took pictures once Noct left, but they were always of something or someone specific. Mostly of the Glaive and Hunters while they fought, for Vyv. Sometimes he’d sneak in a selfie with Iris or Cindy. But just...pretty scenery shots? Sorta hard to take them when everything was covered with daemons and death. Yeah, the stars were nice - but they sorta lost their spark when it became a constant.

    Prompto smiled as he took a few shots; feeling like he was reclaiming a part of himself that he didn’t even know he lost.

    Then...his chocobo kinda just shoved him over with a knock of her head; Prompto scrambling backwards so he didn’t fall off the friggin’ edge. Sitting on the ground, he glared up at Popcorn.

    Babe, no.


     
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    Paprika was energetic, fluttering her wings and even hopping eagerly once or twice as Noct guided her up the twisting cliff-side path. Well, she was doing most of the work, really. It was clearly a familiar path to her, and ever sharp turn was made easily. And even as he rode, as absolutely useless as it was, his hand kept going self-consciously to his hair. Cause yep, she had definitely been grooming him and there was no way in hell his hair wasn't an absolute mess after that. But it was hard to feel too annoyed with the air rushing by around him, that thrill of the ride, Noct leaning forward to urge her on just a little faster.

    He pulled up on the reigns, slowing the chocobo with her bright and fluffy yellow feathers to a far gentler canter. The bird hopped around with another 'kweh', barely even winded from that brief rush. Noct grinned, sitting up a little straighter, fingers running through her feathers, scratching the back of her neck as he let his eyes travel over the scenic vista, Horizon spread out with its colorful marketplace and tents and elegant waterfalls and that lush greenery all below them.

    All in the middle of a sea of shifting sands that seemed to stretch on forever, the horizon broken only by the pale form of Mt. Pompeii looming tall in the distance.

    And then there was Prompto pulling up to a stop just next to him, and Noct could only let out a quiet note in agreement at his friend's wide-eyed awe.

    Yep, it was a pretty awesome view. It was also the first one Noct had really taken in since coming to Pandora. Sure, it was hard to beat the view from way up on Mt. Pompeii where the prince had first found himself dumped in by weird shadow tentacles or whatever the hell those were. But he'd been way too focused on the 'what the hell' questions to really take a moment and admire the grand vista that would have given him a good look right across Pandora.

    He slid down off of Paprika just as Prompto did the same off of Popcorn (Noct had to wonder if all the chocobos were named after edible stuff). He could hear Prompto snapping photos as Noct stepped forward, just a few steps from the edge, peering over to actually follow the river he'd spotted from down below.

    Score. Fishing hole spotted. Maybe not a dock, but he could see a pond or lake or something where it gathered. Yep, this was definitely happening. Noct stepped back, a familiar eagerness in his eyes -- except he yelped, jumping back as Prompto when stumbling to the ground, only to tumble back onto his butt and scramble away from the edge. And Noct was laughing as he dropped down next to his friend, stretching out his legs.

    Popcorn just cleaned her feathers, all innocent like. Paprika was settling down to sit on the ground.

    "When you said you'd die for her, I didn't think you mean literally," he said lightly, lips quirked up in amusement as he leaned back on his hands. After everything they'd gone through, there was no way Prompto was going out from an accidental tumble off a cliff.

    But man, as unfortunate as the Misty Hollow stuff and that little magical gate thingy incident, it was nice to be just hanging out here. Kind of felt almost like old times. Which...really weren't that long ago to Noctis. But after his month or however long of kind of just...living as a zombie, yeah, it felt like ages.

    "We should take a picture here,"
    he said suddenly, staring out over the vista. And he wasn't just talking about the scenery. Then it really would be like the road trip. You know, minus the Regalia and the other two who should have been traveling with them.
     
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    It really shouldn’t have been surprising that Popcorn was low-key a murderer. There was something about the glint in her eyes that just screamed blood. Or maybe he was over-analyzing how she happily cleaned her feathers, as he shoved himself back from the edge of the friggin’ cliff. Heart rattling around in his chest, as he caught his breath; a fear of both dying and heights, messin’ up his funky groove.

    Taking a deep breath, he puffed out his cheeks to try to settle the sheer amount of adrenaline that was bouncin’ around his system. He glared over at Noct at that comment.

    Popcorn, I have learned, is a very literal girl,” he held up a finger as he spoke, before glancing back at his murderous chocobo, “But I still love you,” he whispered, wiggling his fingers at her. She pretended to be asleep.

    Rude.

    Frowning to himself, he glanced over at Paprika, who made a quiet kweh at him, and fluffed up her feathers.

    Why did Noct get the cooler chocobo? Not fair. But...maybe it was just Noct. He seemed to have a way with animals, that Prompto could only dream of. Paprika might have normally been a turd, but the soothing ways of the Noctis, made her the beautiful and friendly chocobo that was currently cooing behind them.

    Shifting his views away from the chocobo that was determined to make Noct punch him, he settled slightly. Leaning back on his hands as he just sorta...took it all in. The nice breeze, the nice view, the nice company. Defo worse ways to be stranded.

    His gaze shifted to Noct at the suggestion of a picture; a wide grin spreading across his face.
    "Um! Yeah, dude!" he grabbed his camera from over his shoulder with a laugh; flicking it back on.

    Putting an arm around Noct, he turned the camera around and smiled - snapping off a few shots, before lowering the camera and taking a look.

    "So...we should prob get you to some body of water so you can fish before we bail from this place, dude," he continued scanning through the pictures he had taken that day, "Since - yanno - not exactly a ton of fishin' spots near us. Also could check out their choco-swag because a scary fart monster ripped my only hoodie. And like your only shirt. Also...non-choco-swag, too, I guess. Yanno. Normal clothes we're normally not around," he shrugged, "Also maybe real food other than ice cream."

    Or just more ice cream.

     
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