baby blue boy ☆
“.....”
“No... I can’t yet.”
this totally happened.
You are worth more than you could imagine
Little Noctis with his friends (◡‿◡✿) (requested by Anonymous)
so apparently prompto was ‘adopted at the age of 1 by the argentum family in lucis’ this means he’ll have virtually no memories of his time in niflheim then, and he can’t have escaped independently. he was released from his captivity before he could be turned into a magitek soldier or a daemon. somehow. but his adoptive family must’ve told him where he was from, since he himself has said it wasn’t something he could tell people growing up in lucis also why was he always alone, left to eat fast food in an empty house, and left to feel worthless? TELL ME THESE THINGS, ULTIMANIA
daemonslae replied to your post: *shows a picture he’s taken of her.*
BUT U DON’T HAVE THUMBS
Noctis is curious about the boy who always seems to watch him from afar, whom he hasn’t got a chance to speak to yet.
It was no use. He can’t face the Prince looking like this. No matter how much he tries to pump himself up, when it was finally time to march up to him, all his built up emergy deflates and Prompto remembers who he is and what he isn’t. He’s not yet good enough for the Prince if he’s just going to be a heavy burden.
“Maybe tomorrow...”
Her head tilted a bit, curious. Why would he bother, she threw it for a reason. He seemed to give up, though. Which was good.
“Kweh.”
The chocobo pecks at the boy’s head once, for picking the butter up again, glancing down at her chick that began to tug at his shoe laces.
Startled, Prompto looks down at his shoe to see a little black chick tugging at his laces. Oh no! They were his expensive running shoes.
“Oh-- Oh no. Hey don’t do that. Quit it.” He bends down to pick up the small creature. The tiny chocobo made a small peep at him as if it were proud of itself. He glares back. “My shoe laces aren’t worms you know.” he sighed, and turns back to regard Softie. “I don’t suppose he’s yours?”
"Hey Softie... Is butter a carb?" The boy is squinting at an actual packet of butter and is innocent and oblivious of what the adults were bickering about.
She didn’t know what this ‘carb’ was, but she knew butter tasted awful and ruined her life once. Gently she takes the packet in her mouth and aggressively tosses it aside.
He doesn’t need the nightmares.
“Ah-- Why’d you have to go and do that?” The boy waddles over to where the packet was tossed but it was futile. Her beak had pierced the covering and the butter had already spilled out. Prompto looks back at the chocobo, scratching his head and then sighs.
“M-Maybe you’re right. Butter might not be good for me.” the boy patted his round belly. He puts the putter into the trash where it belongs.
"Excuse me? May I ask what it is you think you are doing?" Wandering where he didn't belong, sneaking around if he should not know any better. Was one like him capable of slyly slipping undetected into places that did not openly permit him entry inside?
Prompto had found a grey and white cat by the sidewalk one day on his way home. Immediately he takes out his camera to take a picture of it.
“Stay right there neko-chan.” he tells the cat nicely.
As his camera focuses, the cat had stretched and looked directly towards him, it’s eyes sharp and sleepy. It meowed then stood up, walking away from the perfect pose it had just a minute ago. Moaning in disappointment, Prompto pleads with the cat to stay still and he goes to follow it, getting on his hands and knees when he went through a hedge of bushes. He keeps on taking pictures, unaware of where it was actually leading him.
At last the cat stops, getting tired of roaming around in its short adventure of tagging a human along. It lounges and curls itself up on a dark marbled floor and Prompto was able to take his perfect snapshot--
"Excuse me? May I ask what it is you think you are doing?"
“Wah--!” startled by the voice that addressed him, Prompto jumps in his skin and almost drops his camera. He ends up juggling it like an idiot, very very aware that someone was watching him make a fool of himself. “I-I’m sorry! P-please excuse me!”
Noctis may be the prince, but Iris is now the princess of my heart <3
Again another quick sketch at work (because everything happens while I’m at the office -_-)
The small kid lowers his camera and stares up at the older taller man with mild curiosity. "Who are you?"
“I…uh..” Good god, what if this was like all the time travel movies? Where changing one minor detail could have an effect on the future? He crouched down to be on eye level with, well, himself, and offered the other a smile. “I’m a tourist. It’s my first time in Insomnia.” He wanted to distract the other a bit. “Is that your camera? You like taking pictures?”
“Tourist…?” The boy tilts his head. He swears he’s seen this person somewhere before. There was just something so familiar about them… those eyes. It’s like looking into a mirror.
“Ah…. y-yeah. Here.” Immediately he offers his camera to the stranger like it’s automatic. People who meet him always ask about his camera first, and not about himself. He’s used to it. There really isn’t anything remarkable about him, other than his small hobby which he’s not that much good at. But he appreciates that people ask out of curiosity.
ooc; Uhm... K-Konichiwa! This is a new RP blog for child!Prompto that is going to mainly deal with middle school and high school versions of Prompto Argentum. Could you please like or reblog this to spread the word? I need to follow more FFXV blogs who would like to interact with this kid. Thank you very much.