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[judgementor]

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voice;

[clickclickbang]

Hey.

[A beat.]

Noct's gone.

[judgementor]

[He hears that, and immediately utters a word he never normally says in polite company.]

Shit.

[Then he quiets for a moment, the back of his jaw clenching painfully.]

What can I do?

[clickclickbang]

I have--fuck, I don't know. I'm pretty sure he's going back to die, y'know?

[judgementor]

[He lets out a soft breath through his nose.]

... Do you want some company?

[clickclickbang]

Y-yeah. And maybe a distraction.

[judgementor]

Mm. I'm sure I can manage that. Where are you?

[clickclickbang]

My room. I have to cat-proof it.

[judgementor]

Ah, alright... I'll be there shortly.

[He's out at that moment, but not far. In a few minutes Prompto would hear the front door open and close, and then the sound of steps coming towards the room.

Red Wine taps lightly on the door (or on the door frame, if it's already open).]

[clickclickbang]

Come in!

[Prompto's room is a bit of a mess, but given that Luna and Sherbet are sleeping on his bed, it's probably no surprise.]

Sorry, Noct left the blink cats and I've gotta--

[judgementor]

Ah.

[He slips in and shuts the door behind him, and decides not to comment on the mess.]

Do you need help with anything?

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto glances over, then at some of the things on taller shelves.]

There's a magical, like, anti-catnip that I need to put on the taller shelves. You're taller than me, d'you think you could....?

[judgementor]

Mm, sure.

[He crosses over and gives one of the snoozing animals a very gentle little scritch.]

Anti-catnip?

[clickclickbang]

Yeah, so they're blink kittens? This stuff is supposed to keep them away from places, instead of attracting them.

[judgementor]

Ah, I see. [He gives another nod, though his thoughts are clearly halfway elsewhere.]

That won't be a problem, then... Do you have it to hand?

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto nods and tosses over a bag from his pocket.]

Catch! Just start scattering it there, yeah?

[judgementor]

[He nods after deftly catching the bag, and moves to sprinkle the stuff where Prompto had indicated.]

Are you... alright?

[clickclickbang]

Nope.

[Well, at least he's being honest this time.]

But I can't let it get to me. Not over Noct.

[He'd just spiral into a messy depression and he just can't.]

[judgementor]

Can't let it?

[There's something about the phrasing that catches his attention, and he glances Prompto's way curiously while he does as he was asked with the anti-catnip.]

[clickclickbang]

Yeah? Did I say something weird?

[It didn't even really register for him]

[judgementor]

No, not at all.

[He returns to the task at hand, but after a few moments he speaks again.]

Did you ever speak to him about what we talked about?

[clickclickbang]

[There's a long silence.]

No. We never had a chance.

[judgementor]

Ah.

[He'd had a feeling. Red Wine lowers his arm and sets the anti-catnip down, letting out a soft breath through his nose.]

Do you drink at all, Prompto?

[clickclickbang]

Only socially. Why?

[judgementor]

Because it doesn't sound like a particularly bad idea to me, and I wondered if you'd join me.

[clickclickbang]

...you know what? Why not. Maybe I can learn to actually drink wine, heh.