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punslinger"You starin' at me ain't helpin', Noct."
Prompto's voice came out muffled from his arms, head resting on top of them on Noct's school table as Prompto straddled his own chair backwards while he was supposed to be eating lunch. Said lunch was sitting lukewarm on his own table, untouched. Every time Prompto thought his stomach was going to stop roiling long enough to maybe try and take a bite of something it started right up again, and a sweat had started to break out at his brow, making the sleeve of his uniform jacket damp.
Coming to school sick was never a good idea for anyone, but Prompto seemed to be making it his personal mission to stretch himself as thin as possible by refusing to just go home where he could hopefully sleep some of whatever this was off. He already arrived looking like Titan himself had dragged Prompto through thirteen levels of hell and continued to look worse the longer the day wore on. He had barely slept from the nausea and the few times he emptied his stomach into the toilet bowl yet here he was, taking up entirely too much space on Noct's desk and swearing up and down that he was fine, he just had to make it to the end of the day.
Then and only then could he shuffle home and collapse into bed.
"Y'know if my grades drop any more I'm not gonna get to graduate with you..." he said morosely, the very idea filling him with dread. "And you won't ban tests. So I'm here. For better--" urp "or worse."
Prompto's voice came out muffled from his arms, head resting on top of them on Noct's school table as Prompto straddled his own chair backwards while he was supposed to be eating lunch. Said lunch was sitting lukewarm on his own table, untouched. Every time Prompto thought his stomach was going to stop roiling long enough to maybe try and take a bite of something it started right up again, and a sweat had started to break out at his brow, making the sleeve of his uniform jacket damp.
Coming to school sick was never a good idea for anyone, but Prompto seemed to be making it his personal mission to stretch himself as thin as possible by refusing to just go home where he could hopefully sleep some of whatever this was off. He already arrived looking like Titan himself had dragged Prompto through thirteen levels of hell and continued to look worse the longer the day wore on. He had barely slept from the nausea and the few times he emptied his stomach into the toilet bowl yet here he was, taking up entirely too much space on Noct's desk and swearing up and down that he was fine, he just had to make it to the end of the day.
Then and only then could he shuffle home and collapse into bed.
"Y'know if my grades drop any more I'm not gonna get to graduate with you..." he said morosely, the very idea filling him with dread. "And you won't ban tests. So I'm here. For better--" urp "or worse."