What, that ur trying to mess with him? I mean, yeah, clearly. I would just assume u were hacked or in trouble if I saw it myself before u said anything, lol? That or planning something like the strategy pro u are ig.
But ur rly gonna keep a guy from running? Gotta upkeep my physique! Get the good brain chemicals from moving around, bla bla bla! ; )
[Actually, it really upset him. Logically Prompto knew Ardyn was doing his thing and trying to stir shit. But it still struck a nerve for the boy to where he had to go on a pretty long run and try to clear his head. Too many emotions at once.]
What, so taste of his own medicine or smth? That still is messing with him lol!!
Look at how much he delights in being told how revolting he is, how much he should be hated. I dare say the man has a sadomasochism problem that would fascinate untold numbers of psychologists. If we simply keep behaving as we are, then that only satisfies him.
[At this point, Prompto really shouldn't be surprised when Ignis shows up and sweeps him into a loving kiss. Or, the roasting that follows, just as loving in its own way. Still, it sees the boy's eyes go wide, and a blush decorate his cheeks as he happily leans in to the gesture.]
"Aw, come ON Iggy...I could do it if I wanted!! I know it! So do you! Right?? Riiiiight????"
[Prompto knows he's wrong. Probably. Definitely. But hey, he got a kiss out of this!]
[He's seen you try to lie, Prompto. It's bad. Embarrassing.]
[Still... After that, his expression shifts to something a bit more somber, smile slipping just a bit from his lips. His thumb sweeps along Prompto's cheek gently, until it reaches his hair.]
...You don't have to do a thing, Prompto. If you do not want to interact with him in any way, you needn't do so.
If this goes well, then hopefully I'll be enough of a deterrent that he won't want to interact with you by extension. This is simply something I will deal with.
[Prompto's own expression falls a bit, then softens as he realizes what Ignis is getting at. Blue eyes close gently with a peaceful sigh at the gentle touches, always relaxing to him in their own right.]
I know, I know- but you also don't have to always do everything alone, okay? If you ever need a hand, I am here to lend it. Plus...I dunno, maybe it shows I am not afraid anymore if I stand up and say things, right? Instead of running off all freaked out and hiding away.
That's some real 4d chess though, Iggy. Sounds just like your kinda plan!
[In his eyes, it's simply the most obvious choice. He wonders how quickly Ardyn will see through it... and if that will override any immediate emotional response to being treated nicely. They'll just have to wait and see.]
[In the meanwhile, he continues to idly stroke along Prompto's skin.]
You know that sort of thing only works if you're actually not afraid, Prompto. You needn't worry about me doing things on my own; I will always have Gladio if nothing else.
Just... focus on yourself, hm? Recover from all that was done from you. Scars such as those can be... worryingly deep.
[And Prompto is the type to hide things, like a stray cat going dead silent and hiding its injuries beneath a porch.]
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But ur rly gonna keep a guy from running? Gotta upkeep my physique! Get the good brain chemicals from moving around, bla bla bla! ; )
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And it isn't merely to mess with him. Rather, did you see his reply to Noct?
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[Actually, it really upset him. Logically Prompto knew Ardyn was doing his thing and trying to stir shit. But it still struck a nerve for the boy to where he had to go on a pretty long run and try to clear his head. Too many emotions at once.]
What, so taste of his own medicine or smth? That still is messing with him lol!!
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I'm denying him.
Look at how much he delights in being told how revolting he is, how much he should be hated. I dare say the man has a sadomasochism problem that would fascinate untold numbers of psychologists. If we simply keep behaving as we are, then that only satisfies him.
Now. What is the opposite of that?
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OHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OK OK, I see. >:)
Uh does that mean I should b acting like a total weirdo to him or something???????? B...nice???????
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[There is Ignis, tracking down Prompto, fondly taking him by the face, kissing him.... and also-]
Prompto, my good boy, you are wretched at acting.
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"Aw, come ON Iggy...I could do it if I wanted!! I know it! So do you! Right?? Riiiiight????"
[Prompto knows he's wrong. Probably. Definitely. But hey, he got a kiss out of this!]
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[He's seen you try to lie, Prompto. It's bad. Embarrassing.]
[Still... After that, his expression shifts to something a bit more somber, smile slipping just a bit from his lips. His thumb sweeps along Prompto's cheek gently, until it reaches his hair.]
...You don't have to do a thing, Prompto. If you do not want to interact with him in any way, you needn't do so.
If this goes well, then hopefully I'll be enough of a deterrent that he won't want to interact with you by extension. This is simply something I will deal with.
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I know, I know- but you also don't have to always do everything alone, okay? If you ever need a hand, I am here to lend it. Plus...I dunno, maybe it shows I am not afraid anymore if I stand up and say things, right? Instead of running off all freaked out and hiding away.
That's some real 4d chess though, Iggy. Sounds just like your kinda plan!
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[In his eyes, it's simply the most obvious choice. He wonders how quickly Ardyn will see through it... and if that will override any immediate emotional response to being treated nicely. They'll just have to wait and see.]
[In the meanwhile, he continues to idly stroke along Prompto's skin.]
You know that sort of thing only works if you're actually not afraid, Prompto. You needn't worry about me doing things on my own; I will always have Gladio if nothing else.
Just... focus on yourself, hm? Recover from all that was done from you. Scars such as those can be... worryingly deep.
[And Prompto is the type to hide things, like a stray cat going dead silent and hiding its injuries beneath a porch.]