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Bright violet clashed with (e/c) as you and Prompto sat facing one another. You two had been in a stalemate for the past few hours, and neither of you were going to admit defeat.
"Dog," Prompto said suddenly, breaking the quiet that had settled over you. Narrowing your eyes, you frowned.
"Cat," you shot back. You and the blond got into yet another staring contest before he heaved a sigh.
"No use, we just can't decide," he mumbled, mussing up his hair. You groaned in response, head resting on your arms. You watched your boyfriend; how his hair just slightly covered his forehead. Since Noctis had brought back the Dawn a year earlier, Prompto had been growing out his hair once again. He had also stopped using product in his hair, and even though you hadn't known him back then, Gladio had said that the blond had reverted to his high school hair style.
A yawn slipped from your lips, and you absently turned to look at the wall clock.
Shit, it's past midnight already?
With a sigh, you stood from your spot at the kitchen table, stretching your arms over your head until your elbows popped.
"Let's continue tomorrow, Prom," you sighed, and the blond nodded before standing as well. Coming around the table, Prompto's arms encircled your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.
"Don't worry, Sunshine," you cooed, running a hand through his hair. "We'll figure this out, I promise."
***
"(Y/n)," Prompto's voice came from behind, and you spun around to face your sunshine. You opened your mouth to say something, but was cut off by the gunman engulfing you in a hug, burying his face in your shoulder. Surprised, you stumbled back a few steps before your hands came to rest on his back.
"What's wrong, Sunshine?" Rubbing circles on Prompto's back, you waited patiently for his response.
"... cute ..." his voice was muffled by your clothing, so you couldn't really hear what he had been trying to say.
"Hmm?"
"Gladio's puppy ... " he mumbled, one of his hands coming up to tug at the ends of your hair -- something he did when he was unsure or anxious about something. You snorted.
"What about the little one?" you humored him.
"It's too cute..."
Your laugh rang out in the room, and Prompto's eyes met yours as he frowned.
"Don't laugh," he pouted, which only made you laugh harder. A sudden pain in your spine had you gasping, your (e/c) eyes looking at the blond in disbelief.
This little... He had jammed a knuckle into your spine -- something he hadn't done in a while, and not in a setting so casual. He'd only ever done that during sex, so the fact that he did it during a casual conversation... Well, it was kinda amusing.
