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Prompto sighs. He’s laying back, head resting on Noct’s thigh, and legs dangling off the side of the weathered dock to dip into the cool lake water below. The sun peeks through the canopy of leaves above them, flickering as the branches sway in a warm, gentle breeze. Birds and insects alike chirp in the forest around them.
It’d be peaceful, if Prompto’s stomach didn’t rumble every ten minutes to remind him just how hungry he is.
Noct’s been at it all afternoon, and Prompto’s mouth has been watering at the thought of tasty fish cooked and seasoned to perfection by their resident chef the entire time. Unfortunately, they haven’t had much luck.
Noct gasps suddenly. “Prom, get up, I got a bite,” he says a bit urgently, wiggling his thigh so Prompto will get the hint.
“Finally!” Prompto cries, launching himself off of Noct's lap and giving him some space to work his magic.
Noct begins reeling, and the tip of the rod bends down fiercely at the strength of whatever fish he’s managed to snag. “It's so heavy,” Noct grunts. “Must be a big one!”
“Woo-hoo!” Prompto cheers. “Dinner, here we come!”
Except when Noct reels the fish in, it's not a fish at all. It's an old, worn out car tire. A bunch of lake weed is wrapped around it, dangling off the sides. Droplets of water drip back into the lake.
“Seriously? How did that even get here?” Prompto whines, practically deflating as his stomach gives another rumble.
Noct sighs, kicks the tire back into the lake and dismisses his fishing pole to the Armiger. “Better go tell Iggy we're having Cup Noodles again,” he says, defeated.
Prompto trudges after him. “At least Gladio will be happy.”