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Birds of a Feather: Chapter 5Unease
"Hey Prompto, wake up."
The sound of Noctis' voice slowly broke Prompto from his slumber. He turned his head to look up at the prince, that smirk once again on his face. It was like that was the only expression he made now. Prompto didn't move, the sleeping bag feeling so warm and cozy that he didn't want to get out. "Noct? What're you doing up already? You usually sleep in." he muttered, still waking up.
"Guess I just woke up before you did this time," Noctis replied. "I see the two of you slept well."
Huh? What was that supposed to mean? "I guess so? What makes you say that?"
Noctis pointed down at the sleeping bag. "I'm surprised you didn't notice it yourself."
Now he wasn't making any sense. He turned his head back to where it was. "Noct, you're not making any sense, stop being so cryptic and-" Suddenly he saw just what he'd meant and felt as if his eyes would pop right out of his sockets.
He was now lying directly next to Katia, his arms wrapping around her from behi
Birds of a Feather: Chapter 4Camping
"...And then we took out the blockade before they could even set it up!"
"Well damn, I didn't think you guys had gotten into this much trouble already without me around to watch you. Still though, sounds like you guys got a lot to deal with, having to find these royal arms things and all."
"But with you around, I'm sure it'll be way easier. I mean, you were amazing fighting Deadeye! Gladio wasn't kidding when he said you were good with that lance."
"Hey, you were pretty good out there too. Don't go selling yourself short. Though I'm not surprised you're such a sharpshooter with all those shooting games you used to play back in high school."
"I don't think kicking Noct's butt in video games says anything about how good I am in battle."
Prompto and Katia laughed, the two of them sitting by the campfire as they waited for Ignis to finish cooking. The battle against Deadeye had gone easier than expected with the five of them taking it on all at once, but the sun had began se
Birds of a Feather: Chapter 3Reunion
"Hey, this is Katia! Sorry I couldn't make it to the phone, but-"
Prompto hung up. He knew the voicemail message wouldn't change, no matter how many times he called it. He just wished he could get a hold of her.
Ever since Insomnia had fallen a week ago, he'd desperately been trying to get a hold of her with no luck. Every time he called it had gone straight to voicemail without ringing. Most people would've given up by this point, assuming that the person they were trying to reach wasn't going to answer, but something in Prompto was telling him otherwise. Somehow he knew she was alive, maybe he just didn't want to believe one of the few good things in his life was gone. But her phone had to be off for a reason, and he'd call every day if he had to.
Knowing he wasn't going to have such luck today, he put his phone away and watched as they drove into Duscae. He tried to listen as Ignis described the region, managing to perk up at the mention of the chocobo forest, but his
Birds of a Feather: Chapter 2Thinking of You
"Hey Noct, do we have any cash we can spare?" Prompto asked, standing by the small store in Galdin Quay. The group of four had recently arrived after a long drive and the photographer had practically ran over to the shop, looking over all the things he could find.
"I think we got some leftover gil from the recent hunts, why?" Noctis asked.
Prompto turned away from the store, a sheepish smile on his face. "Well, I've been thinking about what you said yesterday, about how Kat would've wanted to come with us," he started. "And I thought it wasn't fair, you know? So I figured I'd pick up some souvenirs and stuff so she didn't feel left out. Nothing expensive, just a little something to show that we thought about her."
Noctis' all-knowing smirk returned. "You mean to show that you cared, right?" he asked.
"Shut up, she's your friend too, you know." Prompto said.
Noctis walked over to the store, looking at the various trinkets for sale. "So what were you plannin