Prompto is of two minds here. Well, two that are a little uneven. On one hand, yes, he is shy about being seen bare-hates it, even, in most contexts. On the other, much stronger one, though, Ravus almost already got to see him fully unclothed, and vice versa. If they turn away to strip and get in the water...They ought to be covered enough, with the lower halves submerged out of sight. The water isn't terribly clear. Out of sight enough. Right? Right??
Maybe there is also a part of Prompto, a small spark growing day by day, that wants to get closer with the sharp, yet kind Ravus. A man he feels kinship with, who understands him in certain ways he never thought possible of another person. Plus, Noct...Well, he kissed Ravus. Since learning that, it has been a lot harder for the blond to chase off thoughts of his own feelings on the guy. Of how handsome he is, how he manages to make Prompto feel safe and understood, but also stronger than he gives himself credit for- budding confidence. Of how butterflies flit about in his stomach whenever they brush close during conversations. Of the quiet, gentle kindness he showed upon seeing the barcode on his wrist, and of words Prompto will never, ever forget.
A crush. Prompto Argentum absolutely has a crush on Ravus Nox Fleuret.
That squeeze of the hand also reminds the flighty boy of how little he wants to be exposed and alone where someone could happen upon him in such a vulnerable state. He doesn't want to go away. "You already saw most of what I was hiding anyway, right? If you um. Turn away, I can just get set up and in the water. Then I'll turn away and you do the same. Should be over both our waists. No problem?"
Prompto feels such a pang letting go of Ravus' hand, but does so, and waits for him to turn away. Should Ravus do so, he will strip fully, and scurry his way into the water. His more draconic tendencies cannot stand it- from what he's gathered from Sjerit, she- and eventually he- is a creature that favors dry, arid climates. But his wish to be clean, and his worry for Ravus win this day. Once his lower half is fully submerged, the blond turns away from Ravus. "Your turn."
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Maybe there is also a part of Prompto, a small spark growing day by day, that wants to get closer with the sharp, yet kind Ravus. A man he feels kinship with, who understands him in certain ways he never thought possible of another person. Plus, Noct...Well, he kissed Ravus. Since learning that, it has been a lot harder for the blond to chase off thoughts of his own feelings on the guy. Of how handsome he is, how he manages to make Prompto feel safe and understood, but also stronger than he gives himself credit for- budding confidence. Of how butterflies flit about in his stomach whenever they brush close during conversations. Of the quiet, gentle kindness he showed upon seeing the barcode on his wrist, and of words Prompto will never, ever forget.
A crush. Prompto Argentum absolutely has a crush on Ravus Nox Fleuret.
That squeeze of the hand also reminds the flighty boy of how little he wants to be exposed and alone where someone could happen upon him in such a vulnerable state. He doesn't want to go away. "You already saw most of what I was hiding anyway, right? If you um. Turn away, I can just get set up and in the water. Then I'll turn away and you do the same. Should be over both our waists. No problem?"
Prompto feels such a pang letting go of Ravus' hand, but does so, and waits for him to turn away. Should Ravus do so, he will strip fully, and scurry his way into the water. His more draconic tendencies cannot stand it- from what he's gathered from Sjerit, she- and eventually he- is a creature that favors dry, arid climates. But his wish to be clean, and his worry for Ravus win this day. Once his lower half is fully submerged, the blond turns away from Ravus. "Your turn."