Date: 2020-01-19 05:33 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 𝒽ℯ𝒢𝓋ℯ𝓃 π’Ύπ“ˆ 𝒢 𝓅𝓁𝒢𝒸ℯ ℴ𝓃 ℯ𝒢𝓇𝓉𝒽 (fightβ˜…π’ͺℴ𝒽)
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(Noctis guides Peter out a few feet from the building and looks for a good place to warp to. There's an opening some forty or so feet up. He points up there.) Does that window.. look open? I can get us above it and you can go through..

(It's one of the few windows that aren't seeping black smoke from it so they weren't at immediate risk - or so it appeared at this level. Who knew what they would find once they warp up there. The whole floor, for instance, could collapsed and all that was left was the window. If that was the case, Noct could just warp them back down.)

Ready? (He pulled his arm out for Peter to step close to him.)

Date: 2020-01-19 06:03 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: (᱑poοΎŒπ“‰β„΄β„΄π“€ 𝓉𝒽ℯ π“‚π’Ύπ’Ήπ“ƒπ’Ύβ„Šπ’½π“‰)
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(Noct pulls Peter in and warps upward to the windowsill. They come in crouched on the sill and face to face with a relatively calm room that appears untouched by the chaos.)

Okay, good.. Come on- (He moves into the room and rushes toward the door.) -we should hurry!

Date: 2020-01-26 09:22 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 𝔒𝔣 π”―π”žπ”¦π”«π”Ÿπ”¬π”΄ 𝔯𝔒𝔑 (shockβ˜…π”—π”₯𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔀π”₯ π”°π”­π”’π” π”±π”žπ” π”©π”’π”°)
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(The collapse outweighed any other sensation Noctis had noticed. He had made it through the flooring but it seems Peter had not been so lucky. He navigates carefully on the remaining floor, his body flush against the wall and he waits for the dust to settle before he calls out to Peter.)

Hey??

(He offers a few coughs and waves his hand before his face trying to wave away the cloud of debris that comes up from the collapse.) Peter!?

(He calls out louder.) Peter!?

Date: 2020-01-26 09:54 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: ℒℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒸𝒢𝓃 π“ˆπ“‰π’Ύπ“π“ 𝒷ℯ π’»β„΄π“Šπ“ƒπ’Ή (᱑fightοΎŒπ’žπ’Άπ“ƒ π“ˆπ“‰π’Ύπ“π“ 𝒷ℯ π’»β„΄π“Šπ“ƒπ’Ή)
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(It takes a good minute before he can see Peter and ... he's a bit stunned as he watches Peter pull his leg off from where its impaled.) What the fuck!?

This is exactly why I didn't want you in here doing this shit! (There wasn't really any need for an excuse to argue with Peter, the two had been cordially at ends with one another for one reason or another. Noct's worry betrays the stern tone in his voice.) Dammit.

Just. Stay there! Stop moving!

(He looks for a safe spot to warp down and once he's on Peter's level he rushes over to the guy's side with a heavy frown.)

Date: 2020-01-26 10:01 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 𝒢 𝓅𝓁𝒢𝒸ℯ ℴ𝓃 ℯ𝒢𝓇𝓉𝒽 (sadβ˜…π’²β„―'𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒢𝓀ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝒢𝓋ℯ𝓃)
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(He's two steps away from pulling out his own hair, but he manages to remain calm enough to put his hands gently on the other to help him stand. At least.)

If I get hurt, it'll be your fault.. What did you say? Oh, no.. I can't get hurt, I'm fucking Peter the healer.. (He forgot the word "nurse" again as he mocked Peter's earlier promise. Despite his tone his hands were firm and gentle as he helped the other.)

Date: 2020-01-26 10:09 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 🎢 (᱑shockοΎŒπ“ˆπ“‚β„΄π“€π“Ž 𝓇ℴℴ𝓂)
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(It took a significant amount of restraint not to bite back with a, "shut up" of his own toward Peter. Noct holds his arms around Peter as he looks around for an out. He could warp them back up to the level they came from, but he wasn't sure if Peter could stomach a warp with an injury like that.

He finds a large enough hole that leads from their current room to a bedroom and he moves toward the room. There's light that spills in the room, making it a bright contrast to the damaged room they're in and gives Noct a sense of security.
)

We can take a look at you in there.. come on.

(He goes through the tear in the wall first and helps Peter on after him.)

Date: 2020-01-26 10:26 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: (᱑sadοΎŒπ“‚π’Ύπ’Ήπ“ƒπ’Ύβ„Šπ’½π“‰ 𝓉𝓇𝒢𝒾𝓃)
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(Noct gets Peter over to the bed and helps him lay back. He moves from the room, navigating through the rubble and doesn't return until he's got some water and linen in hand. The water is from the kitchen, in a pitcher, and the linen looks like some bed sheets.)

Alright, alright..

(He helps Peter with his pants and if/when Peter moves to do something Noctis' hand will shove Peter back down on his back.) Let me do it.

(He's careful on tugging the pants around Peter's wound and once he's got them off completely he takes a moment to inspect the damage, without touching him.)

Date: 2020-01-26 10:41 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: π“Œπ’½β„―π“‡β„― ℐ'𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 (᱑fightοΎŒβ„¬π“Šπ“‰ ℐ π“ˆπ“Šπ“‡β„― π“€π“ƒβ„΄π“Œ)
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I know what to do! (Noctis spits back. The last thing he needs is to cause Peter any more damage. He's gotta be there for Prompto, and for whatever stupid reason this guy wanted to come back in this mess to help others. Noctis could have done it just fine! He worries over Peter's leg, he worries over getting them both out as soon as they can. He worries there there's going to be another explosion and both of them are going to get hurt.

But fuck, if Peter was lost in all of this, on Noct's time - how would he ever explain that to Prompto?

He manages to tear the bed sheet into strips and he pours some water over Peter's leg before he begins to wipe at it. Then he thought to himself: this was hell, even if Peter does die he'll come back again. Beneath those thoughts, however, were uncomfortable spikes of attraction. Peter had a lot of positive qualities about him which Noct found attractive. Even his damn stubbornness, though when it was anchored onto Noct the prince didn't much care for it. Still, outside of those situations he liked how Peter felt like Ignis at times. Caring, nosey, bossy, and directive.
)

Date: 2020-01-26 11:06 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: ℐ π“Œπ’Άπ“ˆ 𝒢𝒻𝓇𝒢𝒾𝒹 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ (unsureβ˜…β„¬π’Άπ’·π“Ž)
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(Noctis felt his actions gave him the reward of feeling useful. He had many endless days and nights here where he couldn't and didn't do anything for anyone. Even more events where he did just for himself. So, taking care of Peter and being the one to protect him, care for him, and dress his wounds made him feel like he had a purpose again.

Just like he felt outside of the hotel looking in at all the chaos. If he could do something good here, if he could save people and demons from the explosions then it would bring meaning to his existence here in Hell. Friendships were always something he craved and depended on so he endeavored here to make friends and he had met some really great people here. Some have gone and some are still around. He couldn't dwell on those that left, he knew that then but he's able to be in a better head space about it now. What mattered were those people who remained, and more so those now who needed help.

Noct takes a step back to watch Peter inspect the bandages with his hands. He's feeling less panicked about Peter's injury now that it's all wrapped up. The comment gets Noct to snort and he brings his eyes up at Peter and shakes his head.
) You and I still need to get out of here. You can't sit out just yet.

Date: 2020-01-26 11:22 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: (᱑poοΎŒπ’œ π“ˆπ“‚β„―π“π“ ℴ𝒻 π“Œπ’Ύπ“ƒβ„―)
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(He wasn't sure what Peter was doing as he was pulled close. Though, after a moment - when nothing happened - Peter releases him and leaves him a bit weirded out. He rolls his eyes with a huff over his lips before he pulls Peter in to lean on him. He manages to get them to a window. After careful navigation, Peter and Noct both are on the windowsill and he thwarts them both forward into a warp toward the ground. Though, it doesn't end there, he continues to warp them forward, further and further away from the hotel.

They're a good fifty to eighty feet away from the hotel before Noctis stops and settles both himself and Peter against the wall of a quiet building. He's exhausted and his grip on Peter loosens as he catches his breath.
)

I don't know where... to go.. that's safe.

Date: 2020-01-26 11:37 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: (᱑poοΎŒβ„‹β„― 𝓉ℴℴ𝓀)
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... Right.

(He hesitated, what he wanted to say was he'll call Prompto over but he didn't. Instead he found himself responding to the request out of a selfish expectation that Peter actually really did "need" him and asked for "him" over asking for Prompto. That thought made his belly warm and his head light. An unfair arousal raises the hair on the back of his neck and warms the blood beneath his flesh. He takes in a long breath and holds it before he nods.

He moves to Peter and helps the other off of the wall and toward the door that leads inside the building. The inside was dimly lit and it looked like a small lobby to a business office. There was a reception desk, unmanned, and a few waiting areas with couches and chairs. There were a few doors inside as well that likely led down the hallway to offices, and a stairway next to a pair of elevators. Noct opted to get Peter to the couch.
)

I can track down some water, maybe something to eat .. you lost a lot of blood, could help..?

Date: 2020-01-26 11:50 pm (UTC)
waywardscion: 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 π“Œβ„― π“ˆπ’½π’Άπ“‡β„―π’Ή (☾unsureβ˜½π’―π’½β„― ℴ𝓃ℯ)
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(He left Peter quickly to find something the other could chew on as well as some water. Getting the guy some pants was sort of an afterthought but that wasn't the most important thing right now. He helped himself through a locked door by busting it down and went through the hall to find what he suspected early as more offices. He came back to Peter a few minutes later with a bottled water, a box of chocolate, and an afghan throw. It was better than nothing he figured.)

Here. (He offered the items to Peter before he sat down next to the other. His thoughts circled back to the shared kiss, Prompto, then to the bombings outside.)

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