[ Honestly, he’s trying. But getting out of bed to do this is way more trouble than he’s willing to stomach. The doctors have all been bothering Noctis to get in shape for years, especially due to his condition. Whatever it is...
But it’s Prompto who’s actually convinced him to give this a shot. Normally, he goes with his partner, but Prompto has some huge photography critique for school before the winter break kicked in, and he figured he could somehow surprise the guy by coming home smelling like the gym. Or something. Either way, he’s been debating just going home because he can’t stand watching his scrawny ass awkwardly fumble on a treadmill in the mirror.
It’s not that he’s out of shape— he’s gotten better over the last few months. Could probably keep up for a good while with Prompto, but his motivation is pretty low when he’s by himself. Ah, but it’s all for Prompto, right? If he’s healthier, he’ll worry less.
Except he hears someone talking to him, in a mocking fashion even, and Noctis furrows his brow as he turns his head to glance at the obnoxiously fit dude commentating on his speed choice. Noctis keeps his jog going, mouth pursing just a moment before he outright wrinkles his nose in a scoff and goes back to looking forward.
He doesn’t recognize Gladio at all. ]
I know the roid-rage body builder corner’s back there, too—
[ He jabs a thumb behind him to point towards the weights. Noctis pants through his words as he continues. ]
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But it’s Prompto who’s actually convinced him to give this a shot. Normally, he goes with his partner, but Prompto has some huge photography critique for school before the winter break kicked in, and he figured he could somehow surprise the guy by coming home smelling like the gym. Or something. Either way, he’s been debating just going home because he can’t stand watching his scrawny ass awkwardly fumble on a treadmill in the mirror.
It’s not that he’s out of shape— he’s gotten better over the last few months. Could probably keep up for a good while with Prompto, but his motivation is pretty low when he’s by himself. Ah, but it’s all for Prompto, right? If he’s healthier, he’ll worry less.
Except he hears someone talking to him, in a mocking fashion even, and Noctis furrows his brow as he turns his head to glance at the obnoxiously fit dude commentating on his speed choice. Noctis keeps his jog going, mouth pursing just a moment before he outright wrinkles his nose in a scoff and goes back to looking forward.
He doesn’t recognize Gladio at all. ]
I know the roid-rage body builder corner’s back there, too—
[ He jabs a thumb behind him to point towards the weights. Noctis pants through his words as he continues. ]
— But I stay in my lane. Buzz off.