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nansliceTitle: Bump in the Night
Fandom - Pairing: Final Fantasy XV - Gen
Length: 221 words
Summary: “Nope, no way, I’m bunking with Noct,” Prompto cut in, casting wide eyes at Noctis. “C’mon, please?”
Content Notes: None
Author Notes: Written for the 'funky old motel' square of my![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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“Why did we have to stay here?” Prompto asked, rubbing his arms nervously. “This place is creepy, guys!” The motel sat in alone in the middle of the night, the tall lights surrounding it the only way they’d even known it was there. A man sat out front, hat tipped low so they couldn’t see his eyes.
“It could be worse,” Gladio said, shrugging his broad shoulders.
“Yes, we could be out with the daemons. I imagine that would be much creepier.” Ignis’ voice was as dry as sand but his lips were quirked a bit. Prompto huffed but remained quiet as they approached.
“How many rooms?” The man asked, his voice a low croak.
“For once, we could all sleep separ-”
“Nope, no way, I’m bunking with Noct,” Prompto cut in, casting wide eyes at Noctis. “C’mon, please?”
Noctis laughed and punched his shoulder gently. “Sure, Prom,” he said. “I’ll protect you from the ghosts and goblins.”
“In that case, three bedrooms, please,” Ignis handed the man some gil. It disappeared in the man’s jacket and he jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
“Take your pick of rooms.”
“Uuugh, I want the one closest to the exit,” Prompto muttered.
Noctis grinned and hooked his arm around one of Prompto’s, tugging him forward. “Come on. Let’s get some sleep.”
Fandom - Pairing: Final Fantasy XV - Gen
Length: 221 words
Summary: “Nope, no way, I’m bunking with Noct,” Prompto cut in, casting wide eyes at Noctis. “C’mon, please?”
Content Notes: None
Author Notes: Written for the 'funky old motel' square of my
fffc card.“Why did we have to stay here?” Prompto asked, rubbing his arms nervously. “This place is creepy, guys!” The motel sat in alone in the middle of the night, the tall lights surrounding it the only way they’d even known it was there. A man sat out front, hat tipped low so they couldn’t see his eyes.
“It could be worse,” Gladio said, shrugging his broad shoulders.
“Yes, we could be out with the daemons. I imagine that would be much creepier.” Ignis’ voice was as dry as sand but his lips were quirked a bit. Prompto huffed but remained quiet as they approached.
“How many rooms?” The man asked, his voice a low croak.
“For once, we could all sleep separ-”
“Nope, no way, I’m bunking with Noct,” Prompto cut in, casting wide eyes at Noctis. “C’mon, please?”
Noctis laughed and punched his shoulder gently. “Sure, Prom,” he said. “I’ll protect you from the ghosts and goblins.”
“In that case, three bedrooms, please,” Ignis handed the man some gil. It disappeared in the man’s jacket and he jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
“Take your pick of rooms.”
“Uuugh, I want the one closest to the exit,” Prompto muttered.
Noctis grinned and hooked his arm around one of Prompto’s, tugging him forward. “Come on. Let’s get some sleep.”
