[ anyway, it's somewhere like... idk 2am. if meteor is sleeping, then good for him because he won't be enjoying that for much longer.
with a shuddering creak, which for a second he almost worries might actually wake even gladio from his slumber, the worn motel room door swings closed behind noctis as he emerges into the hallway. it's dark, aside from the only lamp on the wall which is all the way at the other end, and seems to flicker lazily every now and then, the light-bulb inside it trapped somewhere between life and death. it's in psychedelica. even so, it's enough to assure him he's alone in the corridor.
he holds his breath for a second, listening carefully for any consequences he didn't want from that racket he'd hoped not to make. but for a blessing, the seconds carry on as before, giving no indication that anyone noticed or heard him.
good. the last thing he needs is to get scolded for still being up at this hour. as if he's trying to be.
he passes the room directly across from the one he just left; that's where ignis and prompto are, which means it's also on the blacklist. not the place to go when he's unable to fall asleep. part of him wishes he'd have insisted on rooming with prompto tonight, if only because he's the only one who'd have understood; maybe he'd even stay up with him for king's knight.
but with things as they are, his only viable choice is the next door over, which he picks his way to with careful steps. he's glad there's no one to see him, hesitating for a second, his extended hand drawing back and then moving again, and then stopping. in the end, he still knocks. ]
Uh. It's me. Let me in?
[ as quietly as he can -- and, you know, presumably after he hears anything in response. ]
[ i mean what if he was sleeping. he's been here before. folks barge into his room the middle of the night all the time, his privacy be damned; least they usually knock, noctis included. so he was asleep, light as anyone in an unknown land should; his body reacts to the familiar voice, leaving his eyes closed for mere seconds while considering if '...' is an appropriate answer.
in the end it's the creak of his bed that comes as a response, the shuffling of tired limbs - ever diligent to answer the call of a companion, even if when the deadbolt clicks and the door cracks open the face that meets noctis is long, half-lidded. meteor eyes noctis up and down silently as if to ascertain if something is actually wrong, before straightening his back to open the door wider. ]
... Aye, make yourself at home.
[ it's clear the intrusion is fine by the way meteor leisurely returns to his space - a single yawn chased by his hand, scratching at stubble and then the back of his neck. completely ignoring his disheveled hair because if noctis is going to visit at 2am he's getting the natural look that comes with it.
when he settles seated it's near to the foot of the bed - giving noctis the choice of sitting beside him, or the meager desk chair the rented room offers. the finest hospitality for a king - only meteor's demeanor is too relaxed for any pomp and circumstance. he's not even really glancing towards him - hands set on his knees, chin tilted upwards, as if his tired gaze could bore a hole into the ceiling while he considers what time it might be at home and whether a body feels lag from inter-dimensionary travel. normal 2am thoughts. ]
Here I thought you'd be long out getting your beauty rest.
[ a friendly jab, but really - after that nap performance on the drive, it is a surprise that noctis wouldn’t be coveting every minute of sleep he could get. ]
[ that's all fine by noctis, to be honest. the last thing he needs is for the borderline scruffy stranger he fished from a lake (and who could breathe in it, too, aside from apparently traveling between worlds) to start treating him with weird courtesy after learning that he's a prince -- or wait, right, he's a king now. something he doesn't like lingering on for too long, due to obvious reasons. ]
Gladio's snoring.
[ that's his excuse, given offhandedly as he finishes closing the door. it's a partial truth, to be fair; it's not like that wasn't happening either, he just hadn't registered it much until he had to be thankful for it covering his escape.
he lingers idly with his hand on the knob for a while, not really knowing what else he should do with himself. it's not as if coming here was some grand plan, or like he had anything figured out past just finding company for his plight. but eventually, his fingers slide on their own from the metal and as his arm makes a lazy return to his side, he resigns to face properly to the room. neither of the seats that meteor so gracefully left as choices for him seems to tempt him, though. instead, he just wanders his way to the window, dropping his elbows onto the sill to peer out. ]
At least the weather doesn't look bad. You good to go for a walk?
[ around the block within range of the lamplight, he means. he'd offer a drive as well, but they can't at night. even presuming they'd survive the eventual daemons cropping up, which is actually a little possible between his and meteor's skills, they'd both just get murdered by ignis in the morning for leaving without a word. ...and subjecting themselves to unnecessary danger and risk of death for no reason. ]
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accepting this one but only if it's the square ones
[ anyway, it's somewhere like... idk 2am. if meteor is sleeping, then good for him because he won't be enjoying that for much longer.
with a shuddering creak, which for a second he almost worries might actually wake even gladio from his slumber, the worn motel room door swings closed behind noctis as he emerges into the hallway. it's dark, aside from the only lamp on the wall which is all the way at the other end, and seems to flicker lazily every now and then, the light-bulb inside it trapped somewhere between life and death.
it's in psychedelica.even so, it's enough to assure him he's alone in the corridor.he holds his breath for a second, listening carefully for any consequences he didn't want from that racket he'd hoped not to make. but for a blessing, the seconds carry on as before, giving no indication that anyone noticed or heard him.
good. the last thing he needs is to get scolded for still being up at this hour. as if he's trying to be.
he passes the room directly across from the one he just left; that's where ignis and prompto are, which means it's also on the blacklist. not the place to go when he's unable to fall asleep. part of him wishes he'd have insisted on rooming with prompto tonight, if only because he's the only one who'd have understood; maybe he'd even stay up with him for king's knight.
but with things as they are, his only viable choice is the next door over, which he picks his way to with careful steps. he's glad there's no one to see him, hesitating for a second, his extended hand drawing back and then moving again, and then stopping. in the end, he still knocks. ]
Uh. It's me. Let me in?
[ as quietly as he can -- and, you know, presumably after he hears anything in response. ]
ok but what other shape would grapes even be
in the end it's the creak of his bed that comes as a response, the shuffling of tired limbs - ever diligent to answer the call of a companion, even if when the deadbolt clicks and the door cracks open the face that meets noctis is long, half-lidded. meteor eyes noctis up and down silently as if to ascertain if something is actually wrong, before straightening his back to open the door wider. ]
... Aye, make yourself at home.
[ it's clear the intrusion is fine by the way meteor leisurely returns to his space - a single yawn chased by his hand, scratching at stubble and then the back of his neck. completely ignoring his disheveled hair because if noctis is going to visit at 2am he's getting the natural look that comes with it.
when he settles seated it's near to the foot of the bed - giving noctis the choice of sitting beside him, or the meager desk chair the rented room offers. the finest hospitality for a king - only meteor's demeanor is too relaxed for any pomp and circumstance. he's not even really glancing towards him - hands set on his knees, chin tilted upwards, as if his tired gaze could bore a hole into the ceiling while he considers what time it might be at home and whether a body feels lag from inter-dimensionary travel. normal 2am thoughts. ]
Here I thought you'd be long out getting your beauty rest.
[ a friendly jab, but really - after that nap performance on the drive, it is a surprise that noctis wouldn’t be coveting every minute of sleep he could get. ]
idk ask square enix, i want them back
Gladio's snoring.
[ that's his excuse, given offhandedly as he finishes closing the door. it's a partial truth, to be fair; it's not like that wasn't happening either, he just hadn't registered it much until he had to be thankful for it covering his escape.
he lingers idly with his hand on the knob for a while, not really knowing what else he should do with himself. it's not as if coming here was some grand plan, or like he had anything figured out past just finding company for his plight. but eventually, his fingers slide on their own from the metal and as his arm makes a lazy return to his side, he resigns to face properly to the room. neither of the seats that meteor so gracefully left as choices for him seems to tempt him, though. instead, he just wanders his way to the window, dropping his elbows onto the sill to peer out. ]
At least the weather doesn't look bad. You good to go for a walk?
[ around the block within range of the lamplight, he means. he'd offer a drive as well, but they can't at night. even presuming they'd survive the eventual daemons cropping up, which is actually a little possible between his and meteor's skills, they'd both just get murdered by ignis in the morning for leaving without a word. ...and subjecting themselves to unnecessary danger and risk of death for no reason. ]