[Noct stares at the barcode for a moment, as if it would offer any further explanation, but he's never seen it before. And while he'd wondered since arriving what the cause of the resemblance was, he'd expected some secret familial thing- brother, or parent. Clone is a new one.
Shrugging it off, he focuses back on Prompto, the one who actually matters.]
You grew up in Lucis, though. You know how you ended up there?
Huh. [Pardon his momentary mental derail as he tries to think about Cor being Prompto's dad. How different that would have been. --Nope, too weird, abort, abort.] ...Well, I'm glad. Their loss is our gain, right? And that guy's skeevy as hell.
[The thought occurs to him, belatedly. It's obviously a difficult subject to bring up, but even so, Prompto is way more chill about this than he'd expect.]
You've told me this before, haven't you? Not me-me, but... you know.
[That's about the reaction he expected, though it still makes him feel super warm and fuzzy.]
Yeah. I have. Remember when I told you we got separated? That's when I found out what I am. It's ... kind of a long story. [Enough to fill a DLC.] After you guys found me, I told you.
Or, well, the way it really happened was there was a locked door, and... [He wiggles his right wrist.] Turns out this is a key.
[Maybe all that sneaking practice will come in handy somewhere. It did make him feel like a proper assassin, with all the warp-kills he'd racked up, which is cool.]
No way- leave the facial hair to Gladio and my dad. Looks like way too much work.
[All that... maintenance. He spends enough time on his hair already.]
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Shrugging it off, he focuses back on Prompto, the one who actually matters.]
You grew up in Lucis, though. You know how you ended up there?
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Cor, apparently.
[It's new info for him, and something he's been mulling over. Cor is less scary to him these days. He looks fond, even.]
But he couldn't keep me so... adoption.
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[The thought occurs to him, belatedly. It's obviously a difficult subject to bring up, but even so, Prompto is way more chill about this than he'd expect.]
You've told me this before, haven't you? Not me-me, but... you know.
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Yeah. I have. Remember when I told you we got separated? That's when I found out what I am. It's ... kind of a long story. [Enough to fill a DLC.] After you guys found me, I told you.
Or, well, the way it really happened was there was a locked door, and... [He wiggles his right wrist.] Turns out this is a key.
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[He gives Prompto's arm playful bump, obviously joking; he'd made himself pretty clear before about his friend's value in their group.
Considering the lack of upset, though, good to know that his other - or future - self wasn't stupid about Prompto's origins either.]
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[Honestly, he hates the thing, convenient or not. But he nudges Noct back, smiling, appreciative.]
So yeah. That's why I look like that jerk. And why I am never growing facial hair.
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[Maybe all that sneaking practice will come in handy somewhere. It did make him feel like a proper assassin, with all the warp-kills he'd racked up, which is cool.]
No way- leave the facial hair to Gladio and my dad. Looks like way too much work.
[All that... maintenance. He spends enough time on his hair already.]