"Betrayer," Noctis mutters into his drink - a carefully chosen word, because Prompto gets enough niff traitor muttered at him from Lucian loyalists to begin with. The word is fond, though, and he reaches up to mess with Prompto's hair before he stands, again, stretching his shoulders and looking at Gladio.
"All right, lets get this over with."
Gladio just shoots him a grin just a tad too vicious to be called fully friendly and starts up their training again once Noctis joins him on the mat.
Ignis, meanwhile, is silent for a moment before he speaks, tone quiet enough to not be heard by Noctis. "Have you given the Crownsguard's offer to train you any more consideration, Prompto?"
It was an offer that had been directed through Ignis himself; all the better to obfuscate that in fact it was an invitation to train with the Marshal, directly from the man himself. Best not to intimidate the young man out of the idea, Ignis reasoned.
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"All right, lets get this over with."
Gladio just shoots him a grin just a tad too vicious to be called fully friendly and starts up their training again once Noctis joins him on the mat.
Ignis, meanwhile, is silent for a moment before he speaks, tone quiet enough to not be heard by Noctis. "Have you given the Crownsguard's offer to train you any more consideration, Prompto?"
It was an offer that had been directed through Ignis himself; all the better to obfuscate that in fact it was an invitation to train with the Marshal, directly from the man himself. Best not to intimidate the young man out of the idea, Ignis reasoned.