A/N: Because once upon a time, back before I'd even finished the game, I thought to myself, "I want to novelize this!" So I took some notes as I played through the rest of the game. I am not, however, capable of writing a novelization, and most of the stuff I had is too short to justify the number of titles I'd have to come up with or the amount of spamming they'd cause. So this is where I'll collect my bro-centric drabbles and slightly more than drabbles! Because have I mentioned that I love them all? :D

It wasn't what I had meant to write yesterday. But it hit me that I could finally use a music title after all, so I wrote out most of the dialogue for several scenes. This is the one that happened first. Plus, the first few lines of dialogue have been stuck in my head for like two months, now. I was happy I managed to kind of turn it into almost something! :)

Thanks for reading!

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Prompto stares, because he really doesn't think Noct has thought this one through. He's just standing there, arms crossed and brow quirked looking for all the world as though Prompto is the one being unreasonable, here. Which for once he really isn't. He opens his mouth and lets it hang that way for a moment before it falls back closed. Noct just rolls his eyes at the display. So he tries again.

"You want me to shoot you." It's a question, but at the same time it isn't.

"At me," Noct corrects, and he almost looks pleased. Like he thinks they're finally getting somewhere.

"With a gun," Prompto tries again, enunciating slowly, because he still isn't sure Noct understands what it is he's saying. But the prince just bobs his head as though asking a friend to attempt to murder him is an everyday kind of deal. Which...is probably actually the case now that he thinks about it.

He shuffles his feet and sneaks a sidelong glance to where Ignis and Gladio are seated in their camping chairs, both looking thoroughly amused. And yeah, the blond knows that Noct has been training to be a badass warrior prince since he was a kid while he himself only has about twelve hours of self defense training and less than a handful of skirmishes with a few wild beasts under his belt, but it's not something he's ever actually seen before the last couple of days, and he's still trying to get a handle on this whole fighting and sparring thing. And, you know. The fact that his best friend is, indeed, kind of a badass warrior prince.

"Yup," Noct says. He sounds really sure of himself, too, so now Prompto thinks that maybe he's the one misunderstanding the whole scenario. He frowns.

"Okay. So...okay." He rests a hand on his hip and lets the other clench and unclench at his side. "So, just to be clear, here—" and he can see the repressed groan in the way Noct's shoulders slump and his features turn skyward "—you want me to send a bullet hurling hundreds of miles an hour in your direction."

"Pretty much."

"Hundreds of miles an hour, Noct!" He flails his arms just to make sure he draws the proper amount of attention to the words. It's kind of an important piece of info. Especially when it's hundreds of miles an hour from the distance of maybe thirty feet.

"Yeah, I know how it works," Noct says, his previous patient tone replaced with irritation.

"So you also realize that I have absolutely no control over it after it fires, right?" Prompto knows that Noct isn't stupid, but he has to make sure he's thought of it from every angle. Because he's seen it happen over the last couple of nights and mornings.

It hadn't happened often, but every now and then Prompto had seen it. That very last moment where Gladio or Ignis had realized that Noct wouldn't be able to block or dodge in time, the subtle shift of their stances that either brought the weapons within range of Noct's parry or away from him completely. Prompto won't be able to do that. And he really wouldn't be able to handle being the cause of his best friend's demise. He just wants to see Noct get married and for him to be happy and hopefully still have a place in his life for his old high school pal when it's all said and done. That's all. He doesn't think he's asking for too much.

"I'm aware."

Noct's voice pulls him out of his rambling thoughts, but the words are far from enough to console him.

"And by absolutely no control, I mean that—"

"Oh, for gods' sakes, Prompto, I get it! Just shoot the damn gun!" And with that, Noct stalks up to him, summons said weapon in a gleaming shower of magic sparkles that still manages to distract Prompto every single time, and presses it into the blond's chest. "Leave the dodging to me," the brunet says. Then he marches off to the other side of the haven, leaving Prompto to fumble his hands around the gun before it falls to the ground.

"B-But! What if I actually hit you!?"

Noct stops, and Prompto thinks, finally! Finally, his friend is listening and seeing reason and realizing that this is a very bad idea. But when the prince turns to look at him, he's got a smirk on his face and a taunt on his lips. "As if you could."

That actually causes Prompto to straighten a little bit, because his initials are in the first slot of every shoot 'em up the arcade back home has to offer. And no one's even come close to touching him! He presses his lips together, though, because he knows if he says that all out loud, Noct'll just challenge him again, and Prompto will suddenly become a willing participant. And he cannot become a willing participant.

Eventually, though, Noct's smirk fades away. "It'll be fine, Prompto. You're not gonna hit me. Besides, it'll be good practice for the both of us."

Prompto stares mournfully down at the hunk of metal in his hands. Noct doesn't understand. The last five years have been the happiest of his life, and there's a very large, anxious part of him just waiting for it all to fall apart. This right here seems like an appropriately terrible way for it to decide to fall apart.

"Aw, man," he whines, carding one hand through his hair and tapping the pistol against his thigh with the other. "Are you really asking me to do this? What am I supposed to do when 'killed the crown prince of Lucis' pops up on my background check, huh?"

"Consider yourself pardoned if you do. Now stop being a baby about it and shoot."

Prompto huffs. Irritated, he looks over to the pair of travel mates who also seem painfully unconcerned with his dilemma. "You two heard it, right? If I accidentally kill him, I don't get locked up for life."

Gladio smirks and says, "That's a pretty big 'if',if I ever heard one."

"Don't worry," Ignis assures him, and though his smile is somewhat more genuine than Gladio's, his voice still holds that same teasing note. "I shall relay his Highness' final wish to the king myself shall he fall at your hands."

"Gee, thanks," Prompto deadpans, and his eyes seek out Noct's from across the haven.

"Whenever you're ready," Noct says, his sword drawn. "Surprise me."

Prompto's still bouncing the barrel of his gun against his thigh and debating the wisdom of this idea when he gives up and sighs. Surely, if none of the three of them are even the slightest bit worried then there's no reason for him to be, right?

"Right..." It's just as much an answer to himself as it is an affirmation for Noct.

So Prompto shuffles his feet a bit more and tries to gear himself up for his first ever round of target practice with Noct.

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A/N: Dear god, Prompto thinks in too many italics. I should probably take up writing on a normal computer again...-_-

I actually wrote more, but since I'm not making it a full story, I didn't like any of the notes I'd have ended on. So I cut it back to here.

Also...BotR? *snorts* Totally cracks me up, yo. I love it...