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“I’m not doing this.”
“It's tradition, Noct! You have to!”
“It’s a stupid tradition.”
Prompto laughed. “What if I close my eyes? Will you come out then?”
Noctis took so long to answer that Prompto didn’t think he was going to.
“You won’t peek?”
“I won’t peek,” Prompto promised solemnly. “I’ll even cover my eyes. You tell me when to look.”
Noctis muttered something Prompto couldn’t make out. There was another long pause and Prompto heard the lock on the dressing room door slide free. He lifted both hands and placed them over his eyes.
“How do they walk around like this,” Noctis groaned, continuing to stall for the sake of getting in one last complaint. “I feel so exposed.” One sigh later, Noctis, Prince of Insomnia, finally pushed the door open with a soft creak and stepped out. “Alright, you might as well look.”
Prompto dropped his hands. Noctis stood ram-rod straight, hands gripping the bottom of a dark blue pleated tartan skirt. A deep blush colored almost his entire face and he could only fleetingly meet Prompto’s eyes as he squirmed in place.
“Noooooct~ It’s so cute! Look at you blushing!” Prompto was trying very hard not to squeal like a fangirl but, if Noct’s glare was any indication, not doing a good job.
“I’m not doing this,” Noctis declared, turning sharply to go back to the dressing room. Prompto skipped ahead of him blocking the way.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he bid, still smiling. He couldn't make himself stop. By the Six, no one had the right to be that cute in a skirt. “Come on, dude. Be a good sport! I'm doing it too! Even Gladio is doing it!” Prompto spun back and forth, sending his own skirt twirling at his hips.
Noctis’ eyes widened and he finally let go of his own skirt just to grab Prompto's and hold it down. “Will you stop that,” he hissed sharply.
Prompto only laughed. “It's fine! No one can see anything.”
“Bullshit.”
“Were you loooking, Noct,” Prompto teased and immediately dodged the swipe that came his way. Prompto lowered his voice and leaned back in close to his pouting Prince. “Look, make it through today and when we get back to my place, I'll show you all the dirty things that skirt makes me wanna do.”
For the first time, Noctis looked less than glum. “You better not be lying.”
Prompto reached back and flipped up the end of Noctis’ skirt then took off running, laughing madly as Noctis chased him.