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[burstmodes]

[ Greetings, Prismatica. It's your friendly neighborhood photographer deciding to take a risk and ramble on the network. As one does. ]

sup everybody ✌️
just dropping a sort of interest check i guess since i know sometimes it's not everyone's thing but uh

say i gathered some pics and maybe got someone to write some blurbs to do a lunatia's hottest mag
it could even just be all pics
you know tasteful kinda stuff that people would enjoy and not you know the other thing
not full frontal or whatever
though i guess some people would be into that too... 🤔

ANYWAY
it'd probably just be a monthly thing depending on whoever might wanna do it
for example i could always start with some of my really hot friends or my bf and see where it goes

[ He's absolutely shameless right now. Just ignore him. ]

and you can basically volunteer anyone
it'd be easier if they were willing about it but nothing's off the table
still trying to work out the kinks and all that
but let me know your thoughts

oh yeah
if anyone needs a photog for anything else besides that just hit me up 👍

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[mcring]

[ If only Prompto weren't serious about his nuddie magazine, but here we are. They could talk over junk food or while Noct's fishing, but then he wouldn't be suffering enough. ]

You're not letting me off the hook this time, right?
So let's get it over with.

[burstmodes]

dude
i'm pretty sure at least three people would kill me
and anyway that sort of stuff should be private

[ WOW NOCT IT'S NOT A NUDDIE MAGAZINE..................... sort of. ]

i'll give you the bf pass
it's cool

[mcring]

What happened to "nothing's off the table" ?

[ Okay that freedom feels weirdly awful. He knew he'd screwed up, but does Prompto not even want to see him? ]

[burstmodes]

i mean
i'm always down to see you and stuff
but i know how much you don't like that kinda thing

[ He's honestly not even thinking about that right now, but it's not like he can really say no over and over. ]

unless you really want to??

[mcring]

Wouldn't have volunteered if I didn't.

[ Noctis... ]

So where's the studio and when should I be there?

[burstmodes]

oh um
i don't really have any of that yet
it was an interest check and all

but if you're set on doing it we can just meet up wherever and whenever

[mcring]

[ In that case, no reason to keep putting off the inevitable longer than he already has. ]

How about now at V's place?

[burstmodes]

sure yeah
that works
i'll meet you there in a little while

[ He has no idea what the inevitable is, but he can tell things feel sort of weird. Either way, he'll be waiting at V's with some of his equipment—even the expensive camera Noct got him because he still wants to test it out. ]

[mcring]

[ If this is going to be a real photoshoot for a real magazine or whatever, he should probably dress up, make sure his hair looks good, etc. But honestly, Noctis isn't thinking too much about where these photos will end up, if they end up anywhere at all. His lingering is just the last bit of doubt trying to talk him out of, well, talking, and then that's stamped down and he's got no excuse to just... go there and see Prompto.

V's place is supposed to be some kind of neutral ground, and it kind of feels that way. An apartment like a ghost town, despite their best efforts to make it lived in. Still as opulent and goth and removed as ever when Noctis lets himself in, takes off his shoes and announces himself after with a loud, "Hey," not hesitating to seek Prompto out.

The new camera is a little bit of a surprise. Noctis hadn't really thought about all the gifts he'd given Prompto over the last week, but he sort of thought he'd sell them, or throw them in a closet, or whatever. He doesn't want to feel hopeful that the camera's being used, but it's there anyway, a little betraying flame of hope taking up residence in his chest. ]

You're actually serious? Not gonna lie, I kind of thought that photoshoot ad was about picking up hotties.

[ He's joking. Mostly. ]

[burstmodes]

[ Prompto sort of loses track of time, standing in the middle of the kitchen and trying to decide if he should get some drinks or snacks and deciding last minute that they definitely need all of that. He's got one of his arms stuffed with a couple bottles of soda and some chips when he hears Noct open the door, calling back as he wanders into the main room without so much as a hesitation. Maybe he should feel awkward about whatever this is, but if he just sets his focus on taking pics and trying to be professional, it's a little easier to handle. So, he gently drops all the stuff on the edge of the couch away from one of his cameras and then glances around. There's a tripod set up behind the sofa and he has a camera strap around his neck sans camera— for now. ]

If I wanted to do that, I'd just ask. It's kinda easier that way. [ It's definitely a Duplicity thing, he wants to add, but instead, he shrugs and sits down in a free spot. ] But I meant what I said before. We can just hang out or whatever you wanna do.

[ It's not like he couldn't get pics of Noct any other time, and if he really wanted some to keep for himself, he'd ask him more directly. Besides, if there's supposed to be more to this visit, Prompto's not really picking up on it right now. Maybe it's a by-product of being in Duplicity; just ignore all the weird stuff that happens and pick up where they'd left off as if it hadn't occurred at all. Or maybe he's just gotten exceedingly good at pretending nothing's wrong. That's the easiest thing to go with, and he leans to look at Noct. ]

Seriously. It's cool.

[mcring]

[ "I'd just ask," he says, and that sums up right there in three words how far he's come from the guy he was on Eos. Noct's eyebrows lift, but should he really be surprised? He's known forever how much more comfortable Prompto's gotten in his own skin. That's not what this "photoshoot" is about either, and not something he should get hung up on. Instead of sitting down next to Promoto, Noctis stands in front of him, attention shifting from Prompto's body language there on the couch, open and inviting as ever, to the snacks he's set out, and the tripod. Noctis lets his sight linger there, looking for strength. ]

I want to do it.

[ Not just the whole photography thing, but it's as good a metaphor as any. Prompto can't be the only one who's changed for the better. The only other option here is changing for the worse. It can't be like that. Not with them. So Noctis holds his ground. He looks back over at Prompto, expression open. ]

If you're okay with it, that is. Still want to take my picture?