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ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[mercurio]

That's fine. It's your place anyway.

[he reaches over to rub at rufus' tummy, even if the dog does not need to be comforted into relaxing and resting up. it's more for prompto's sake, really.]

[and while he knows that ardyn wouldn't mind, he says it anyway, because prompto feels a little awkward at just having casually pushed himself into someone else's time and space.]

I'll be out by the time the sun's out. [so, before breakfast, is what he means] --uh, so, you won't have to mind me.

[daemonized]

So you'll not want breakfast before you leave?

[He had figured he'd at least feed the boy before he left in the morning. That Prompto would be so quick to leave is vaguely surprising.]

[mercurio]

[it is surprising because it goes against who prompto is. mostly because he's trying very hard to not just force himself unto others, especially not unto people whom he's very close to re-evaluating into familial terms.]

[the last thing he wants to do is have ardyn get sick and tired of him, much like his father must have been]

...I'm already imposing too much, y'know...

[daemonized]

Don't be ridiculous. If you were imposing, I would let you know.

[Ardyn was never the type to let such things go unsaid in his own way, after all. And since he refuses to let Prompto argue the point any longer, he turns away to head to the kitchen area to put the cup and mug in the sink for now.]

Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning, Prompto.

[Well. Later in the morning.]

[mercurio]

[a smile etches itself on prompto's face despite his initial worries, once ardyn turns away. it's good to receive the kind of confirmation that he isn't being a pain in the ass, like he's been thinking he was.]

[so, he gets comfortable on the couch, rufus quick to accommodate himself halfway on top of prompto and on his side]

Good night, sir!

[at least, here, prompto hopes he won't be assaulted by nightmares. not after feeling the warmth of acceptance.]

[daemonized]

Good night.

[And so he'll leave the boy be for now, and soon retire himself for the night. He hopes the young man gets a good night's rest (what's left of it), not to be bothered by nightmares again for awhile.

He'll see him again in the morning.]