Wait, I have to write something on something else. But, this is how I'll have to leave it for now. ((So, hopefully things will pick up in the next chapter(or the next, or the next). 'Alright, alright, I'm packing my things.' Prompto said, mimicking Ignis' Tenebraen((British)) accent. 'You're the one that got forty-three.' Gladiolus growled. 'Don't get much of a choice, do I?' Prompto raised an eyebrow. 'Alright then,' Ignis said, turning back to face the small blonde. 'Prom just said he didn't want to be alone. 'You are hoping to get out of royal duties, your Highness?' 'Tenebrae is out of the country, and the people there won't know who.' He trailed off. 'Then we'll go with you.' Noctis, earning a surprised look from Ignis, Gladiolus and Prompto, was fingering the hem of his royal garb. 'There's the truth.' The larger man said. The blonde, defeated, looked back down at the ground. Why are you so afraid of going?' He saw right through Prompto's disguise. On easy.' His tone was suddenly sarcastic and a tad bitter. 'I got a forty-three on a job-requirement test. 'Tenebrae has one of the best colleges in all of Eos.' The Aquamarine-eyed man replied. 'Why all the way over there?' His voice began to sound a bit panicky.

The thin man looked to Ignis with disbelief. 'We shall do your education in Tenebrae.' Ignis sighed, but straightened his shoulders. 'Nope.' Prompto looked down at his hands. 'Are you kidding?' He said through his hand. Forty-three percent.' He gave them a guilty smile. 'And what, pray tell, was your score?' Ignis inquiried. In Insomnia, when you didn't get a chance to finish your school, jobs that you were applying for gave you a test to see what level your intelligence was at. 'First of all, you tracked dirt onto the palace floor.' Ignis pushed his glasses farther up on his nose. Gladiolus, Ignis, and Noctis all gave him the same disappointed look. Although he looked a bit bedraggled, Prompto was as bouncy as ever. '.Perhaps-' Ignis was cut off when Prompto Argentum-The king's closest friend- burst in through the castle doors, looked scruffled. Such as shutting down any more MT factories or bases, making peace with Altissa possibly sending people overseas to help rebuild. At the moment, Ignis Stupeo Scientia was conversing with him on political matters. Noctis was sitting on his throne, his Shield, Gladiolus, on his right His advisor, Ignis, on his left. Everyone was glad to see him after his sudden but necessary de.ath. His entrance back into the world of the living was a spectacular sight, and a welcome one. XPДЄbout three months had passed since King Noctis Lucis Caelum had returned. If any of you guys have ever watched/played FFXV, you know that the ending is pretty sad.Д«ecause I am a sap, I will not be going with that timeline. And I really want to write a fanfic about FFXV rn.

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