Closed;

[broplaints]

characters: Lunafreya, Noctis & Prompto
location: In the forest (on the way to the armory)
date/time: October 26th to the 27th
content: Three nerds attempt to go camping
warnings: Chocobros are their own warning



[One of the very best things about Beacon was the fact that they no longer had to seek out somewhere to camp every. single. night. Actually having their own place, somewhere to go back to at the end of the day, was a luxury that none of them had had for a while. It was nice. Nice enough that he really didn't understand what he was doing out here in the middle of the forest, leading his merry band of dorks to the camping spot they had used on the way to the armory.

But they had the makings for smores, two bottles of stolen liquor and a borrowed torch. The fact that it was technically to give the two adults among them a break really didn't faze him.

Now if only Gladio were here to help them make a tent.]

Comments

[techtype]

Because you don't need to worry about any of that. Or this...Man, I really shouldn't have said anything in the first place.

[y e p.]

Listen...I know we can't really just ignore any of this, but can we just keep being...awkward friends or something and put this behind us for now?

[broplaints]

[Yeah he. Is going to have a really hard time ignoring all of this.]

We are friends, Prompto. Nothing is gonna change that. If you want to forget about it and move on then that's fine by me.

[techtype]

[So is Prompto, but he'll do what he does to everything else he has some sort of issue with: internalize and pretend it really doesn't bother him.]

Good...good. I...yeah, that's probably the best idea.