honey sweet / joining

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]scenic views, beautiful shots of beautiful things; prompto sometimes wished his eyes could serve as cameras when his own didn't capture exactly what he wanted, and right now, he was wishing with every blink that he could take a picture of the leopard in front of him. his mind somewhat tuned out whatever he said. something about the views and guessing. whatever, his mind would register later. he was far too mesmerized with everything set out in front of him; this guy, the giant gates, this guy, the scenery behind him, this guy...

as the other's paw connected with his own, the canine felt a jolt pass through him, and the name falling from his lips nearly did the same. why, he wasn't exactly sure; maybe just having made some sort of physical contact with a pretty boy with a pretty name just... did that. maybe that happened to everyone when they got a crush on someone 5 seconds after meeting them. was it normal? prompto didn't know, he didn't know people well. but noctis caelum (gods, that name) seemed almost familiar. the name, he was sure, had passed him by before, but he couldn't quite place when. still, that was weird; a majority of his life, prom had been alone, only making contact with others when he happened to pass through little villages or the time he traveled with nomads. how could he possibly know him?

"have we met before?" prompto suddenly blurted, dropping his paw when they finally stopped shaking them. a breathy laugh escaped him. "weird question to ask, but i feel like i know you from somewhere. you travel a lot? lived in a little village at the edge of a mountain before, or maybe traveled with some nomadic groups?" he slowly rose and padded past the gates to sit on the other side, gazing over the landscape now revealed to him. down in the distance, he could see the town; brightly colored homes settled right atop the ocean, the setting sun casting its bright orange rays over the little buildings. the canine pulled his camera and snapped a shot, then turned back to look at noctis. "oh, and what's tanglewood like? and why are you here if you're from there? just a friendly little visit? 'tanglewood' sounds like you live in a bramble thicket or something." back to his rambling. upon catching himself once more, prompto simply grinned at the leopard.