#Prompto[1]

[thisfairytalegonebad]

"Don't worry about me." - Prompto & Ignis, road trip

Prompt #31 of the Love List.

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

It’s raining. Though, perhaps raining is a bit of an exaggeration – in truth, it’s more of a light drizzle. Nothing compared to the absolute deluge they’ve had to deal with the past few days – perhaps the weather is finally improving.

Either way, Ignis grabs an umbrella before he steps out of the caravan.

He doesn’t have to search long for the familiar tuft of blond hair, blending in quite nicely with the birds. Right now, it lies flat from the rain rather than sticking up in all directions like it usually does.

Ignis isn’t moving particularly quietly, but Prompto still startles when he comes to stand next to him, umbrella angled so that it covers both their heads.

“Iggy!” he yelps, clutching at his chest in a very dramatic motion. “Don’t just sneak up on me like that, man!”

The bird he’s been petting squawks in protest, bumping its head against Prompto’s shoulder and making him stumble.

“Sorry, girl,” Prompto coos immediately, quickly resuming the scritches beneath the chocobo’s chin. “Whatcha doing out here? I mean, not that I want you gone, but you sounded pretty excited about the idea of warm beds and, y’know, being dry."

“I could ask you the same thing,” Ignis counters. “I simply came to make sure you were alright.”

Prompto glances at him but looks away again just as quickly. “Oh. I’m fine, just spending some quality time with Queenie here. Gotta enjoy it while it lasts, right?”

Queenie, clearly enjoying the attention, leans into the touch, which in turn makes Prompto laugh.

Encouraged by her reaction, Ignis reaches out as well, gently running his hand over her wing. The sensation of wet feathers against his bare palm is… not all that pleasant, but the chocobo lets out a delighted sound and seems very pleased with all the pets she is receiving.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Ignis says, offering Prompto a smile. “We’ve all been having a rough time lately, and I’ve been meaning to ask if you were doing alright – offer a listening ear, should you wish for it.”

The fall of Insomnia still weighs heavy on all of them, though most of their collective efforts have revolved around helping Noctis deal with the grief of losing his father as well as reuniting Gladio with his sister as soon as possible.

Between Noctis’ listlessness and Gladio’s anger simmering just below the surface, it was easy to forget that Prompto most likely lost people too. Of course, that’s not an excuse at all and Ignis is quite frankly ashamed that he did not think to inquire about Prompto’s well-being any sooner.

Prompto eyes him with something akin to surprise. It stings a little, that Ignis checking up on him is something that elicits bewilderment, though he supposes it’s not entirely undeserved with how long it has taken him to actually do so.

“Me?” Prompto says, too quickly. “Yeah, of course, I’m fine. I mean, sure, it’s been rough, but I’m okay. Really. Don’t worry about me.”

It would be easy to leave it at that. Prompto is offering him an easy way out, a chance to drop the conversation and still feel like he has done his part by asking in the first place. Ignis and Prompto aren’t as close as Noctis and Prompto or himself and Gladio, but he does like to think that they are at the very least friends.

But there is something about Prompto’s statement that leaves Ignis incapable of dropping the issue, even if he wanted to.

Don’t worry about me.

But then if he doesn’t, Ignis wonders, who will?

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping,” he starts carefully. “But… have you been able to contact your parents at all?”

Prompto stills beside him. His hand remains in the chocobo’s feather’s, clutching at the soft down.

“I, uh. I tried calling them a few times. Texted, too, but those never went through. I haven’t actually heard anything from them since…”

The words, though not unexpected, make Ignis’ heart clench. Of course, in the first few days after the attack, people would have been hard to contact due to a combination of power outages and overloaded phone lines.

But Ignis has sat in on meetings regarding the city’s emergency protocols enough times to know that there are steps to be taken in the event of a disaster that have communication up and running within less than a week. By now, anyone still in the city should be contactable by phone once more.

If Prompto is still unable to reach his parents, then…

“I’m sorry,” Ignis offers softly.

“Thanks, uh, I mean. It’s fine, really,” Prompto says with forced nonchalance. He’s not looking at Ignis, instead staring straight ahead at Queenie who has started to shift impatiently beneath Prompto’s still hand.

Ignis frowns. In the years that he’s known Prompto, he’s long since learnt that the boy is startlingly good at hiding his distress. But Ignis likes to think that he’s getting somewhat skilled at reading Prompto’s true emotions even if he tries to conceal them.

This feels different, somehow.

“Prompto, it’s alright to be upset,” he presses gently.

“But that’s exactly the problem – I’m not!” Prompto blurts, then immediately blanches once he realises what he’s said.

“No?”

“No! At least… well, I’m sad, sure, but I’m not devastated the way a guy who just lost his parents should be!”

As soon as the words spill from Prompto’s lips, he claps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and startled. It’s clear he didn’t actually mean to say any of it, but Ignis is glad that he did.

“I see,” he says, keeping his tone neutral and deliberately free of judgment.

“You– You’re just gonna accept that? That’s not normal,” Prompto insists. He sounds frustrated and upset, like he expects something from Ignis that he is not going to give. An accusation, perhaps, or being told that he should be ashamed of himself.

Wiping his hand – still wet from the chocobo’s feathers, gods, he wishes his gloves hadn’t been so thoroughly soaked by the rain – on his pants, Ignis lays gentle fingers on Prompto’s back.

“I might be wrong, but I believe you may have already grieved your parents long before Insomnia fell. In your own way.”

Prompto twitches but doesn’t shy away from the touch. If anything, he seems to unconsciously lean into it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ignis sighs. This isn’t the conversation he thought they were going to have when he stepped out of the caravan, but they are going to have it if it helps Prompto feel better about himself.

“You know that Noctis spent some time in Tenebrae as a child after he was attacked, yes? And that Tenebrae was invaded while he was still there?”

Prompto nods, brows furrowed. “Yeah?”

“When the news of the invasion reached Insomnia, I absolutely lost my mind,” Ignis admits. The memory is not a fond one, but Prompto deserves to learn of it more than anyone else, at least if Ignis’ hunch is correct. “I was beside myself with worry about Noct – my uncle dragged me to the doctors to have me sedated because I wouldn’t stop crying.”

Even after all these years, it’s hard to forget the terror he felt in the days after the invasion. Remembering it now is almost too painful to bear, but Prompto is visibly puzzled, so Ignis keeps talking.

“He thought I was concerned for my parents who lived in Tenebrae at the time, but… the thought that they may have been affected or even killed in the invasion hadn’t even occurred to me. All I could think of was Noct, and I had not spared a single thought to my parents.”

No one but Ignis’ uncle knows – knew – about this. It’s a story he hasn’t told to anyone, not to Gladio, certainly not to Noct. To share it now, after all these years, is both terrifying and liberating at the same time.

“My uncle was concerned about my… lack of fear for my parents’ safety, as well as my general mental state after learning of the news, so he had me attend therapy sessions for a while. My therapist at the time theorized that the potential loss of my parents didn’t register the way my uncle expected it because I had already grieved them a long time ago – back when they sent me to Lucis and then failed to keep up contact.”

He pauses, debating his next words but ultimately deciding that it hardly matters now – he's already shared so much, he might as well go all the way. “They were still very much alive when I’d grieved them, but they may very well have been dead to me.”

Prompto looks a little horrified now, so Ignis offers him a reassuring smile. “It’s alright. It’s an old wound, long since scarred over. My parents eventually turned out to be alive – they’d managed to flee Tenebrae and resided in Lucis afterwards, but nothing much changed. I’ve not spoken to them in years.”

“I’m sorry, Iggy,” Prompto says quietly. “That’s terrible.”

“It’s in the past now,” Ignis promises. “But the reason why I share this story with you is because I believe you may be experiencing something similar. I’m not privy to the details of your familial situation, but I have put some things together over the years I’ve known you.”

Prompto was always secretive about his home life and Ignis never pried – instead, he opted to make sure the boy was fed and cared for in the most inconspicuous way he could manage. But now, Ignis can’t help but wonder how deep those wounds Prompto’s parents inflicted truly ran.

“I’m not… I don’t hate them,” Prompto insists. “They weren’t horrible to me or anything, they just… weren’t there. I guess they felt more like strangers than like parents.”

He sighs, sounding weary and worn out. “Maybe I was kind of done with them before Insomnia fell. I don’t know. It feels wrong to not be upset the way I should be.”

“It’s entirely possible that grief will catch up with you at a later time, once our situation calms down a little and you’ve got more time to process,” Ignis tells him. “But if it doesn’t, that’s alright too. You needn’t feel guilt over it.”

Prompto doesn’t look convinced but doesn’t argue. He remains silent, lost in thought for a long while before he speaks again.

“I think I’m gonna have to think about this for a little bit. Sleep on it, maybe.” The look he gives Ignis is almost apologetic. “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Ignis says without hesitation. “Take however long you need. Just know that the offer for a listening ear still stands, should you wish for it.”

Prompto smiles, although shakily, and his next words come out a little choked. “Thanks, Iggy. Really. And, uh, the same goes for you, yeah?”

“I appreciate it,” Ignis says, finding that he really means it, too. “Now, would you mind terribly if we headed back to the caravan? It wouldn’t do for you to get sick.”

With a sigh, Prompto gives Queenie a final pat on the neck. “Sorry, girl. I don’t have fluffy feathers to keep me warm, so I gotta go now. I’ll stop by in the morning, though.”

Then, he steps closer to Ignis so they both fit under the umbrella.

“Okay, let’s go back.”

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Based on the "100 ways to say I Love You" list. Read the entire project here.

[someobscurereference]

ive been rereading your ffxv fic "im trying hard to take it back" for literally four years now. please end my suffering and tell me how gladio feels. please. PLEASE. (but only if u want ofc)

(fic) Short answer: Gladio feels insane guilt and spends a lot of his life trying to make this up to Prompto. In the process, they deepen their connection as friends and do begin a relationship probably around the one-year mark of endless darkness. <3

Longer answer: (implications of abuse/violence tw but no worse than in the fic itself; just what others assume to be true even if it's not in the context of this specific fic)

Gladio is a secret romantic at heart who has always envisioned meeting his soulmate, but he's also duty-bound and duty comes first. So even though he reads romance books (amongst other types of books too) and indulges in his head a bit as many people do, he's often put his duty to the crown first and foremost in his mind. He also didn't imagine his soulmate was anyone on this trip and thought perhaps the person he may have been fated to meet died in the assault of Insomnia. Even if they were a refugee, they can't be a priority to him at this moment. His priority has to be Noctis.

Prompto has obviously grown on him over the course of their road trip, but there are aspects of them that don't 100% mesh (as is true with every realistic relationship). That said, Gladio never in a hundred years would want this moment of (understandable but out of line) frustration and anger in the wake of Luna and Altissa to be a permanent mark on Prompto's face. He's genuinely horrified and disgusted with himself for a long time after this and spends most of his life trying to make it up. He feels like a dirtbag about it.

That said, Prompto runs away from him in this moment and they need time to calm down, just as the fic shows. Noctis goes after Prompto, just like in canon. Prompto falls off the train and has his Despair Arc just like in the DLC, now with the added despair of "well, in addition to being a clone, my soulmate hates me. And in addition to the mark of inhumanity on my wrist (barcode), I have a giant hand print of him literally Shoving Me Away on my face. Forever."

Aranea: Well, do you want to die about it. Or do you want to live.

Prompto, eventually like in canon: Live, I guess. But it will be excruciating.

Aranea: That's what living is. We do it anyway. Your friends love you. Get off the floor.

He fights his way through his issues and gets rescued like in canon. Gladio probably tries to talk to him when they all catch up again, trying to apologize, and Prompto tells him to hold off on that for later.

Then, of course, Noctis is eaten by the crystal and "later" becomes much, much later as they evacuate and try to survive in eternal darkness. (Though they also can't Not think about it because it's a giant hand print. On Prompto's face. And every person they meet has Something To Say about it, for better or worse, whether they knew Prompto before or not. Prompto cannot escape it, and when Gladio is not doing Crown Duties he feels he must do in Noct's absence, he's with Prompto, so he also Cannot Escape It either. Even when the person speaking is unaware that Gladio left that mark. It's almost worse when they don't know, but when they see it's Gladio, who is such a big guy who seemingly hit Prompto and left that permanent mark there, some of them get nasty to him and some back off out of fear. Both are horrible. The guilt is eating him alive.)

Eventually, enough time passes as the dust settles that they do Talk About It. Gladio apologizes sincerely, for the 500th time. Prompto's like, "Well. It's not like you could have known that this would be The One Time it happened." And then cracks a joke about their soulmate mark being a Prompto's hand print on Gladio's ass from a butt slap in another life, which does help the tension somewhat. (The more Gladio tries to apologize, the more Prompto grows sick of hearing it, so they just have to move on and keep going, as he's learned to do.)

They grow closer over time, especially because there's not a lot of people who have survived to this point and even less later on. They do get together romantically, both because they do like the idea of soulmates (for different reasons) and also because they're living out of each others pockets for years, so there's an affection and dependency that develops there. Also, teenage Prompto always thought Gladio was really handsome and teen Gladio thought Prompto was cute and sincere for a pipsqueak.

When they are out together on dates in normal settings surrounded by strangers after the light returns, Gladio will receive dirty looks for the rest of his life from strangers who see the hand print on Prompto's face and immediately (correctly) assumes it was out of anger rather than a funny accident or something. (Edit: Some people will assume there is a funny story attached. Gladio will not know what to say to this. Prompto will play along.) He will learn to live with this. Prompto is really grateful Gladio is with him despite everything.

[eiswolfzero]

Felt like drawing Noctis a bunch of times, so I'm currently working my through one of sketchbookskool's prompt list.

[kaelinlikespeas]

I had artblock till these 5 showed up (stay tooned yall)

[glitchdecay]

i saw this scene being uploaded in english the other day and i can't not rewatch the japanese version because, you know, seiyuu brainrot and whatnot. translations (completely my own) under the cut.

Prompto: What're you doing?

Noctis: Nothing, really. Just spacing out.

Prompto: Huh. I see.

[ Leave him alone / Talk about something random / Wait for him to speak ]

Noctis: Hmph—

Prompto: We went through so much today, huh?

Noctis: Everything's so new to us, too.

Prompto: You can say that again. Things have been super hard, but I didn't expect every day to be so much fun. Y'see, everything I see is new to me.

Prompto: I never expected things to turn out this way or to go out on a trip together.

Noctis: Yeah.

Prompto: How long have we known each other again? It's since high school... So five years?

Noctis: But I've known you for longer. Was it since elementary school?

Prompto: Eh? How'd you remember that?

Noctis: 'Course I'd remember. You stared at me so much.

Prompto: Ugh. [nervous laughter] You see, that's because I have my reasons...

Noctis: But you were still like, "Nice to meet ya!" at the high school entrance ceremony.

Prompto: I had to really brace myself to talk to you that time.

Prompto: [sighs] Kinda takes me back.

Noctis: You could've just talked to me, you know.

Prompto: I know it's easy for you to say— You wouldn't understand, Noct.

Prompto: Back then, I—

Prompto: Sorry, man. It really is nothing.

[ Ask him out of concern / You're concerned but you don't force it out of him / You won't get mad so ask him to be honest ]

Noctis: What is up with that? Just say it.

Prompto: [sighs] All right.

Prompto: You see...

Prompto: I used to be unable to reach out to other people.

Prompto: And I... didn't have anyone that I could call a true friend.

Prompto: I was always by myself.

Prompto: So sometimes I end up thinking maybe I'm not worth anything.

[ "You're joking." / "I kinda noticed." / "Didn't expect that." ]

Noctis: You've always gotten hung up on loads of things.

Prompto: Hehe.

Noctis: See? You're getting hung up on something right now.

Noctis: Like, "I'm the only commoner," or "I'm weaker than the others..."

Noctis: "At least I gotta try to make it so everyone feels at ease," so that's what you've been doing, right?

Prompto: Ah—

Noctis: Being considerate of others is pretty cool by itself. It doesn't come easily.

Noctis: The fact that you do that is just like you, and it's a good thing.

Prompto: Huh? You're saying I can just be myself?

Noctis: Yeah. What's wrong with that?

Prompto: Yeah... well... Sorry if I said anything weird.

Noctis: Besides, I'd never let anyone useless hang around me in the first place.

Prompto: Eh? Why are you mad about that?

Prompto: ... Thanks.

Prompto: Oh, man. I feel like a weight's lifted off my shoulders.

Noctis: Heh. What's up with that?

Prompto: Right, I'm gonna keep doing my best with the things I can do.

Noctis: I'd appreciate it.

[ Obtained the "Pop" photo filter effect. ] ※ Yep, you read that right: This photo filter is called "Prompto" in the Japanese version.

[blond-jerk-tourney]

Blond Sweetheart Tourney: Round 1, Poll 26

Propaganda from submitters Under Cut

Prompto Argentum

Me when I find a wounded puppy and take care of it without knowing the owner is my future bff's fiance, me when I learn how to fight and wield a gun purely to accompany my best friend on a roadtrip to his said fiance, me when I try to bring up group morale even on the hardest times, me when I insist my hair doesn't look like a chocobo butt.

Princess Peach

She is so sweet she takes care of everyone and wants to bake and Loves :3

[arunneronthird]

so i like two ship dynamics:

1- one of them is a loser, they are a pathetic excuse for a human being. the other is more of a loser somehow

2- the power couple and by that i mean when they are together they will blow the world up and when they are separated they will also blow the world up, unhinged, do not engage

[omnificent-orion]

"As you well know, a game, once begun, is played until it is won or drawn. Though numerous, there are only a number of ways a game can play out before coming to one or the other. If you were to play for a thousand years and a day, you would know how a game would end before it even started."

Besmirched, Chapter 6 A Gladiolus/Noctis Irish folklore AU longfic by @rose-madder-gaze (You can learn more about it at this link)

[crackshots-a]

( twilight princess sentence starters | @lunabrae )

❝ i want to thank you for being so kind to someone like me…someone you don’t even know. ❞

someone like me. there was a feeling he understood there–––– a sense of otherness & unbelonging that resonated with him immediately. lunafreya should never feel that way. she deserved to feel love & care & acceptance no matter where her journey led. but, prompto was learning that the girl who he'd spent his childhood idolizing had grown up human like all the rest. no one was unshakeable. no one could guard themselves from every emotion that could cause them harm. his first instinct was to find someone better suited to handle cheering her up properly. he could simply brush off her thanks as unnecessary & search the area for someone smarter & better with people than he was ( iggy was the first to come to mind ). but, prompto found himself stopping. considering his next words carefully.

he had been the one to notice–––– the one she'd decided to say those words to. &, if anyone could understand the feeling of being a stranger among friends, it was him.

❝ yeah well, i can't take all the credit. ❞

prompto shifted slightly, leaning back on his hands just that much closer to where she sat beside him. his voice lowered, as if he was sharing a secret, something shared just between the two of them.

❝ you see, i got this letter when i was a kid. it was a huge surprise, & the nicest thing i ever got in the mail. it...helped me gain some confidence & make some real friends for the first time. ❞

in a surprising show of confidence, prompto gently knocked his shoulder into luna's. a gesture he'd done to noctis more than a million times over. a flush immediately built up in his cheeks & his grin turned into something more subdued as he forced himself to turn his head.

❝ a–––– anyways. i'd always wanted to be able to be friends with the girl who sent it. luckily she's really cool. & even nicer than i thought she was! she made it easy to be friends, too. not just me. ❞

though he meant his words, it was immediately clear that he was afraid he'd overstepped. he didn't want to move away & give the impression that he was being insincere, so he sat up a bit to twiddle his thumbs instead, absently pulling at his wristband.

❝ i hope that was okay for me to say. that we're friends. ❞

[best-bff-brawl]

Best BFF Brawl: Round One| Match 1A

Propaganda Beneath the Cut

Ash and Pikachu

Pikachu and Ash have been together since day one! They got off to a rocky start but then Ash protected Pikachu from a flock of angry Spearow, earning Pikachu's trust, and Pikachu protected Ash in return! They traveled through eight regions together and saved the world a bunch of times and are pretty much an unstoppable pair of besties!

Noctis and Prompto

Prompto is a chubby boy and commoner and befriends the prince after being given a little push. As he does not feel worthy, is too shy, has a huge lack of confidence. But, befriending was a complete success, they fit like a glove, matching perfectly. Then, he went to so much trouble to be accepted into the Prince's entourage, and succeeds. Then, the prince has to go off to meet his bride-to-be, a childhood friend he has to marry because of a peace treaty. Prompto accompanies and supports him where he can (despite his crush on him). Then everything goes down the drain, they have to fight the enemy soldiers, gods and demons and Prompto, although not the best fighter, always stays by his side. Even when Noctis doubts him, Prompto is kidnapped, he believes in Noctis to come rescue him (which he does). Then the prince disappears (not his fault) for ten years and Prompto remains loyal to him all this time, helping to protect the land, which is in darkness and ruins. They fight until the end and in the end he has to prove the biggest hurdle. Letting his prince, uncrowned king, go.

And most importantly, Prompto endures and puts up with Noctis' beloved hour-long fishing sessions, where all Prompto really does is get bored and play around on his mobile phone.

Noctis is an equally good friend for Prompto. Instead of checking on the next important stopover, he allows Prompto to go to a Chocobo farm first, because he has never seen Chocobos and he loves those birds more than anything. Although he doesn't like being photographed, he poses for Prompto several times because Prompto loves taking pictures.

After realising his mistake in doubting Prompto once, Noctis fights his way through the enemies to free Prompto, and when Prompto tells him that he has learned that he was actually artificially created in the enemy's country to be a war machine, Noctis doesn't care as much as Prompto doesn't care about Noctis' royal title. Their bond is just so much stronger.

[snowflakebottles-art]

still trying to figure out how i wanna draw the sillies

[meissashush]

Your OT5, for the ship bingo

[stonecoldmeme]

"You're right. It wasn't." He kept his arms crossed for... a bit... "So- I'm getting an apology cake, right?"

It was nowhere near as dramatic and intense as being in front of a firing squad, but for a very short moment Ignis felt like the idea was the slightest bit relatable. he was awaiting a response, an answer of one kind or another, and every second that ticked by in silence was tense. Long.

The tension broke more like a slow unwinding, shoulders dropping with his sigh. "Double chocolate, I presume? No substitutions?" And that might fix everything. It could.

He wasn't sure he wanted to let it, not without explaining. "I do worry, Noctis. Occasionally, about your health. But I suppose that isn't particularly my place You're an adult, responsible for yourself..." The pause was so very intentional. "And I suppose it's Prompto's problem now, if anyone's."

He didn't mean that, of course, it was a joke. It just so happened to be a joke he thoroughly enjoyed.

[novastrae]

thinkin abt arethusa again and grieving

[droppedace]

Starter for @dawnturnstodusk​

     “Eh? I’m getting married?” he asks. His father gives a firm nod and informs him his groom will be here for dinner. His father explains that Emperor Iedolas is looking for a way to suggest peace is an option between Niflheim and Lucis, and a marriage between nobility is a strong way to imply that. Carmine’s not sure how he feels about this. What sort of person are they engaging him to? 

     His father said its a young man, a ward of Lucis but not actually born into nobility. His name is Prompto, but beyond that there wasn’t much description of him. Has his father not even met him? That’s a lot of trust to hand your son off to an unknown suitor. Though, in noble families that’s not uncommon. Political marriages are far too frequent, and Carmine got by hoping he’d never be placed into one. Hopefully his soon to be husband isn’t some strict militaristic type- though coming from Lucis he doubts he will be. Certainly they have some with a reputation for war, Cor the Immortal for example. But mostly Lucis is a much more friendly country. Maybe they can take their honeymoon there? That wouldn’t be any fun for his groom though...

     Carmine spends the next several hours wandering about the mansion, chatting with servants and guests, trying to find out if they’ve heard anything about Prompto. A guest tells him they’ve met him once, said he was a rather cute little thing, messy blonde hair and freckles. Apparently he’s good friends with the Prince of Lucis. Carmine grins at the description, imagining just what this man will look like. 

     As evening grows closer to dinner Carmine finds himself bouncing around more, excitedly awaiting Prompto’s arrival. When he’s summoned to the front of the house to greet him he brushes his hands through his hair, trying to get his curls to lay even somewhat nicely. It’s a failed attempt of course, but he tries. A fancy car drives up, and for a moment Carmine is distracted looking at the detailed work on it, admiring the fine craftsmanship that went into building the vehicle. When it stops and the driver gets out to open the backseat he stops looking at the car and smiles when who he assumes to be Prompto steps out. Messy blonde hair and freckles, just like he’d heard. He really is cute. 

     Carmine steps forward and holds out a hand to him, “Hi there, I’m Carmine. It’s a pleasure to welcome you to Niflheim,” he says. He’s far more laid back and friendly than his family. His father is behind him, watching closely but not disapprovingly. While Carmine isn’t following military protocol, he is being polite still so that’s good enough for him.

[ninemelodies]

several things about this clip

1. prompto hiding behind everyone and kinda cowering

2. the way prompto immediately runs to gladio when he hits the car

3. noct fully 100% being ready to throw down with ravus for gladio