So, a certain post crossed my dash and I got inspired to write some silliness. Inspired by all those stories you’ve undoubtedly (probably…) heard (and my own camping experiences, come to think of it), imagine this:
The bros are out camping one night, and it’s chilly, but the tent door zipper has been jammed just a couple inches short of closed for a few days. They sort of shove an extra blanket against it and call it whatever, good enough till they can get it fixed.
Prompto happens to wake up around first light, but not a getting-right-up-into-the-day wake up. Everyone else is still asleep. It was mostly the chill that woke him, and he tries to pull his extra blanket even further over his head and catch a bit more sleep.
He looks over at Noct, and it’s barely light enough to see him at all–but, something is…off about his silhouette. There’s a dark…lump on his chest, just under his chin. It’s too big and too round to be part of the blanket.
Prompto raises his head slightly for a better look but the dark shape doesn’t become any clearer. Noct’s breathing is regular as ever, and the pronounced unknown shape makes it even easier to see the motion.
Prompto reaches back and taps gently behind him. “Ignis!” he whispers.
“Hm?” Ignis was just about to wake up anyway, so his response is alert. Prompto doesn’t even have to tell him where to look, his eyes immediately go to Noct as he sits up.
Out of the corner of his eye, Prompto sees Ignis lean forward and blink once. Twice. Then reach for his glasses.
The two of them stare for a couple seconds more. Nothing moves except Noct, still breathing deeply, unfazed.
Then Gladio shifts and sits up, having heard voices. A head with a pair of pointed ears snaps up from the dark lump. Two yellow rings stare back at them.
“Oh,” Prompto whispers.
“That’s…actually not surprising at all,” Ignis muses.
“He does have a certain Animal Magnetism,” Gladio says with an audible smirk.
“Dude, really?” groans Prompto quietly. “‘S too early for a joke that dumb.”
The cat goes back to sleep with its head under Noct’s chin, and the others get up to their morning routines especially quietly.
A couple hours later, after sunup, Noct finally emerges from the tent at the sounds and smells of breakfast. His eyes are only half open, and the cat is still under his chin, but now it’s because Noct is holding it up as he climbs to his feet with his free hand.
He stands there and blinks a few times while the others look at him. He looks down at the cat in his hand, then looks back up at no one, brows drawn slightly together. He says, with the tone of ‘wanting answers and not knowing how to make the questions’:
“This is not our cat.”
@dandyligerburningbright OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH HAHAHAHAHA
Thank you so much for sharing!!