Pester Prompto

Prompto is sometimes annoyed

Prompto Week Day 3 (10/21): Favorite Quote

Honestly, my favorite quote is how he says the, “I would
hate to be that guy” in episode Duscae. Like. You can almost hear the sarcasm barely
concealed. There but lurking under the surface. …plus, his face in that scene
was hilarious. As if he couldn’t believe that Gladio was still giving him crap
about the car.

The alarm was going off, but he didn’t want to get up. No
matter how uncomfortable he was. Pushing a car was no easy task, even with Gladio
on his side. He was sore, and felt too tightly wound. His bones creaked and
protested as he rolled onto his back. The temptation to ask for five more
minutes was like a siren’s call.

He got up anyways.

With a yawn, he rolled to a seated position, bleary eyed but
awake. He rubbed at them before moving to his knees to crawl toward the opening
of the tent, noticing Ignis was already up and staring at him. Gladio shifted awake beside him, eyes opening and locking on the far side of the
tent immediately.

Noctis was still out like a light.

Prompto, upon seeing the unmoving prince, sat back on his legs to wait for his friend to
wake up. Idly he pushed some of his bangs out of his face, the brief worry
crossing his mind about having a bed head. Could one get a bed head if there
was no bed? Another yawn left him at the thought, and he began to wish he’d
asked for those five minutes.

“If only somebody hadn’t wrecked the car,” Gladio said with
a touch of bitterness.

Prompto’s eyes flickered over to Gladio and then away. His
mouth snapped shut and his eye brows pulled together in annoyance as he stared
at the roof of the tent. Clearly someone had woken up on the wrong side of the
tent. Maybe Gladio’d have fared better OUTSIDE with the behemoths.

“Gah. Unbelievable.”  

Prompto turned his head away from Gladio, with his mouth
opening in disbelief. It was too damned early for this. He rolled his eyes before turning back to
him, and only just managed to keep the sarcasm from his voice.

“Oh, I would hate to be that guy.” He said. Okay, so he
didn’t manage to keep all the sarcasm out. It was barely concealed. Enough so
that Gladio didn’t hear it. Ignis on the other hand, judging by the quirk of
his eyebrow, noticed it immediately. At the moment though, he didn’t care if Ignis
had picked up on it. He’d heard enough of this YESTERDAY.

But just as quickly as his little burst of anger appeared,
it was gone. Because now he remembered yesterday. The car. He wilted a little
in place and then straightened back up, a sincerer tone of voice now leaving
him.

“Oh come on, don’t be that way. You know I didn’t meant to
do it.” His hands slid down his face and then dropped into his lap. It had been
a mistake. And honest one. But now…

“Of course not.” Both him and Gladio looked at Ignis, who
was staring at the floor. “Sabotage is far beyond you.”

Okay. Owch. He felt his face pull back into a one-sided
grimace at Ignis, who still refused to look at him. Really now, was it pick on
Prompto day? He’d thought that’d been yesterday. He’d just been DRIVING the
damn thing, it’s not like he was being reckless with the car. He’d only been
behind the wheel.  

But then it finally registered between the three of them
that Noctis had yet to move. So all three turned to look at him, leaving
antagonizing Prompto for another time.