[ She's not terribly interested in what he was or was not doing. She's determined to get through this hangover without just drinking it back into submission, so she needs some other distraction. She's already been out doing arts and crafts. Morning booty calls across the mental link. A touch of November's cold mind. But now here she is. ]
[Not romantic at all, but enough to pull him awake with a bit more force, like being caught by a net and yanked out of the water. He tries to shift from underneath her, though she's all limbs on top of him and feels an elbow pressing into his side.]
You-
[He's beyond the point of feeling anything stronger than a small wave of awkwardness, because Noctis knows well enough that she's reaching out for ways to nurse her hangover. What was he, then, her hair of the dog?
Caught between wanting to help and feeling incredulous, he looks up at her with keen blue eyes, the drowsiness gone. But Noctis then seems to decide on doing something, and so he props himself up on his elbows a bit uncomfortably, then presses his lips to hers.
There. Will that help? Will that really help in the end, he wonders?]
[ A drowsy rejection. She pushes with her knees, giving herself a bit of leverage to knock him onto his side, making room for herself with all the politeness one would expect. But it's just to draw him back to her, putting her mouth on his. She's a lot better at it then he is. ]
[She honestly is. His experience is limited at best, and that's probably the understatement of the century.
Still, knocked temporarily to the floor, he's easy enough to manipulate. He doesn't fight the kiss that comes afterwards, but he does try to push himself up so that he can eventually try to slip away.]
(Annie-)
[Breaking away-]
Annie. Why don't we just go for a walk or something?
Weaving and pottery and jewelry. Just like fuckin' summer camp, it's fuckin' great.
[ She has never been to summer camp, she wouldn't know. She's just read books about other kids going to summer camp, seen movies of normal kids doing normal shit. She spent her childhood being stuffed full of every language she could regurgitate and higher and higher levels of math, science, history. ]
[He has also never been to summer camp, though it is certainly a thing back on Eos. But it sounds like something you have to wake up early for, and therefore Noctis is fairly certain that he didn't miss anything terribly important.]
And is that sarcasm, or did you actually have fun?
[ Was it fun. Was it fun? She doesn't actually want to answer that question, because it feels small and stupid: the idea that she might've had any fun while they were stuck on this mission of intergalactic nuclear importance. Like any fun she might've had is besides the point. ]
[ She rubs her temple, squinting at him out of one eye against her headache. Doing anything fun feels like cheating somehow, disingenuous, in the face of all the wallowing she's been doing. It had been easier to turn on a dime like that when she was fucking high all the time. It feels harder now, messy and improbable that she can really go back to having any good graces. ]
It wasn't that much fun, sheesh... It was just something to do for a while...
[ In between crawling into people's beds and minds. ]
[He knows it's not going to be easy to convince her. That he has to slowly guide her from one mindset to another, from one activity to something else. But he's patient (usually), and can try to slowly coax her into doing something fun -- or at least, vaguely shaped like fun.]
Come on. Teach me how to make jewelry. You can make fun of me when something turns out all crooked or whatever.
[This would be more startling if Prompto didn't... already sometime slap his ass, like best friends do apparently. Still, he jolts a little, then gives her a look.
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[ She's not terribly interested in what he was or was not doing. She's determined to get through this hangover without just drinking it back into submission, so she needs some other distraction. She's already been out doing arts and crafts. Morning booty calls across the mental link. A touch of November's cold mind. But now here she is. ]
Kiss me first.
[ Not the most romantic declaration. ]
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You-
[He's beyond the point of feeling anything stronger than a small wave of awkwardness, because Noctis knows well enough that she's reaching out for ways to nurse her hangover. What was he, then, her hair of the dog?
Caught between wanting to help and feeling incredulous, he looks up at her with keen blue eyes, the drowsiness gone. But Noctis then seems to decide on doing something, and so he props himself up on his elbows a bit uncomfortably, then presses his lips to hers.
There. Will that help? Will that really help in the end, he wonders?]
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[ Her mumbled review of his performance, the edges of her lips catching on scruff. ]
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You can always find someone else to kiss.
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[ A drowsy rejection. She pushes with her knees, giving herself a bit of leverage to knock him onto his side, making room for herself with all the politeness one would expect. But it's just to draw him back to her, putting her mouth on his. She's a lot better at it then he is. ]
( C'mon, kiss me. )
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Still, knocked temporarily to the floor, he's easy enough to manipulate. He doesn't fight the kiss that comes afterwards, but he does try to push himself up so that he can eventually try to slip away.]
(Annie-)
[Breaking away-]
Annie. Why don't we just go for a walk or something?
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You can go back to sleep.
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[He exhales, an exasperated thing.]
What have you been doing all day today?
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[ She declares this giddily, letting her aching head rest in her hands. ]
I did arts and crafts and talked to the new shits and put out a few booty calls.
[ It would not be correct to say she is done drinking, but now free from that fucking airship she's trying to add some more tricks to her pony show. ]
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[He screw his face up accordingly. But still, he does note a lack of "drinking" in that list of activities.]
What kind of arts and crafts?
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[ She has never been to summer camp, she wouldn't know. She's just read books about other kids going to summer camp, seen movies of normal kids doing normal shit. She spent her childhood being stuffed full of every language she could regurgitate and higher and higher levels of math, science, history. ]
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And is that sarcasm, or did you actually have fun?
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Who gives a shit?
[ Well, I mean, Annie, him. Clearly. ]
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[He wouldn't have asked, otherwise.]
If you had fun with... something, maybe we can do it together.
[Fun is important. A bright spot in this great stretch of dark and somber that is this mission.]
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It wasn't that much fun, sheesh... It was just something to do for a while...
[ In between crawling into people's beds and minds. ]
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Come on. Teach me how to make jewelry. You can make fun of me when something turns out all crooked or whatever.
[Come oooon, Annie.]
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[ She drags herself to her feet, slow. ]
You're just trying to get out of your cootie shot.
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Too late, already crawling in cooties thanks to you.
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Let's go, gotta deck you out in shitty handmade jewelry.
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And quips back-]
I'll be beautiful and sparkly before you know it.