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[daemonized]

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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[daemonized]

I'll forgive you this one time.

[Despite his concern, there's a faint glimmer of humor in his tone. Just to maybe make him feel better.

They get to his car, and Ardyn makes sure Prompto is sufficiently settled in (such a parent....) before he goes around to the driver's seat.]

Next time I just want you to go directly home if you're feeling sick. You realize that you're not even signed up for my class?

[The car starts, and off they go. Today's the BMW, so it's easy enough for Prompto to adjust the AC as he sees fit.]

[mercurio]

I didn't want to let you down.

[is the quiet confession]

[he leans against the closed window and closing his eyes in turn. his backpack on the floor of the car, between his legs, his arms feeling heavy, resting on his lap]

[he's not even messing with the ac nor the radio, breathing evening out.]

[daemonized]

Prompto...

[A short glance over to him, and though Ardyn does not want to interrupt his departure into sleep since he seems in such a need of it, he can't help but breathe out:]

You wouldn't let me down. I wonder if it'd even be possible for you to do so.

[He exhales, sounding like a sigh, and continues to drive. Eventually, they'll reach the young man's apartment, and once he's parked, he reaches over to gentle push at Prompto's shoulder.]

Prompto. [Wake up.]

[mercurio]

[he's not as asleep as he seems. he keeps drifting in and out of it, with each turn, with each involuntary bump of the car, with the friction-vibrations of the window he's leaning against. he barely catches what ardyn says, but he doesn't necessarily catch on to the words. it's not that he thinks he could let ardyn down, at this point, but it's more about the fact that ardyn just seemed so pleased when prompto said he'd go to his class, even if it's just the one on late friday morning.]

[and, in the end, prompto is a big people pleaser, especially to someone who has shown nothing but care and kindness to him.]

Ehn?

[his eyes open abruptly at the gentle push to his shoulder, and he's blinking as he looks around like a dazed animal. here, so soon? that was quick]

I got m'keys.

[fumbles for them, leaning forward, forehead on dashboard, to look through his backpack. at least he's using keys now (means there's a lock)]

[daemonized]

Let me do it for you.

[Car in park, engine off, Ardyn will get out and make his way to Prompto's side, opening the door and offering him an arm up and out, simultaneously grabbing the backpack and slinging it on his back for now.

No fumbling around for him. Let him deal with it, once he helps him to his apartment.]

Just focus on walking, all right?

[mercurio]

I'm not feeling that sick.

[he's feeling faint and drowsy, up on his feet. he masks it well, even if he's dragging his feet and sluggishly pushing the entrance door open. he's not minding the help although he feels somewhat silly, fumbling still with finding the right key for his apartment door.]

--did you know I got a lock now? Appeared on my door out of nowhere. Big surprise. This one.

[he holds up a key, now at the top of the stairs and turning to walk down the hall]

[daemonized]

[He follows behind, making sure that the other stay steady on his feet.]

I doubt it came from nowhere.

[He suspects a friend, then. Someone who worries, rightfully, that Prompto did not have a lock on his door, because that seems very dangerous and far too trusting.]

Who was kind enough to add it for you?

[mercurio]

A guardian angel.

[he sighs, almost dreamily. but at the door he is anything but graceful, struggling to put the key in.]

It's a bit of a... of a... problem, sometimes, though.

WHERE DID THIS NOTIF GO

[daemonized]

Let me see it.

[Sorry, Prompto, but he'll make the executive decision to take the key (gently) from him, and open the lock for Prompto.]

Does this guardian angel have a name?

[mercurio]

[it's easy to hand over the key to ardyn, as prompto wants nothing to do with this troublesome mechanism. he stumbles inside, and it's an easy and quick walk towards his bed, dumping himself on it in relief]

Landlord maybe.

[rufus appears from somewhere and jumps up on the bed too, over prompto, who weakly rubs at his face]

Boyyyy.

[daemonized]

[Ardyn follows in, making sure to close the door behind him.]

Prompto, I'm putting the key here.

[He taps it against the surface of a table to accentuate. He hopes that the young man is cognizant enough to remember later.]

Do you need anything else? Shall I make you some tea, or find some medicine for you to take?