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Please, somebody tell me there's a hairdresser around here somewhere. Because this is getting ridiculous.

Good thing you can't die here, then. [cheerfully, then raises a hand to ruffle through the blond's hair] Didn't you want yours cut, too? Or are you growing it out for the whole Viking warrior effect?

I can still so completely mad from overwhelming pleasure~ -=he drawls playfully, eyes going half lidded at the petting. eliot is the only one who can get away with messing with his hair=- I dunno, what's a viking?

Blond barbarian warriors from Earth's past. Long hair, furs, swords and axes, the whole thing. Famous for looting and pillaging. [waggles his eyebrows] I'm ripe for pillaging, by the way.

"So you want a viking boyfriend?" He smirks and rolls to his feet, effortlessly hauling Eliot and and slinging him over his shoulder. "I think I can manage."

"Unhand me, you brute!" Eliot demands in utter delight. He kicks his feet lightly, and thumps a first with very little force behind it at the small of Prompto's back, since the last thing he wants is for the blond to actually put him down.

" ... ooh, good view of your ass back here."

“No way! I looted you fair and square!” Prompto laughs and spins in place once, keeping Eliot safely secured to his shoulder. “You’re mine now! Prepare for a thorough pillaging!”

"I can't possibly," Eliot declares, making his voice sound all faint. "Why, I'm as pure as the driven snow, you fiend. I wouldn't know the first thing about all the wicked things you could do to me."

Then he reaches down and cheekily pinches Prompto's butt.

Prompto squeaks and jumps at the pinch, but then turns and bites at Eliot's butt in response with a playfull growl.

"You'll pay for that!" He says as he rushes towards their bed and bodily throws him onto the mattress, making sure he catches a good bit of air before landing.

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