[Kind of, sort of, maybe. It's not a very uniform uniform.]
Hmm, can you really say that? You showed up to work without any pants on.
[Though there are probably some Crownsguard who've managed the job with booty shorts at some point. Once you hit a certain rank (or go on a world tour with the crown prince) you can wear whatever you want so long as it's black and bears the insignia.]
[ More like, no bra on. Because there ain’t nuthin’ beneath that shirt now. ]
Not fair! [ She laughs. ] This— [ Meaning, her booty shorts and those absolute territory stockings. Have a bit of a turn to show off the look of the shirt draping over the top of her shorts. Also, look at that ass, look at it! ] is perfectly fine, if Gladio can go practically shirtless!
[ She’s assuming that Gladio is a Crownsguard, since he has referred to him as a Shield. ]
[He does look at it. It's a nice ass, though it's more the fashion turn that nets her a bit of playful applause. He doesn't care what Era thinks of it, full black is totally great on Pyra, and she wears it well.]
Okay, you got me there. I'll take short-shorts into consideration for the official Crownsguard uniform when I take back Insomnia.
[It's a bit of a secret thrill, getting someone to laugh. He's usually not very good at that, it's more Prompto's thing. Just gonna enjoy the ego boost for a bit.]
That's another excellent proclamation. Everyone gets enough sleep. At least nine hours a night if they want it.
Hmm... I like that one, tempting. Maybe if it's optional. I can think of a few people who'd revolt if it was enforced.
[Prompto's always fussing about his weight and diet even though he's a perpetual string bean (though his concerns are understandable enough). Even as a joke, maybe that one's a little too insensitive.]
And I like just about all cakes, so the type doesn't matter so much. ...Except carrot cake is banned.
From... from pajama-shorts to a [ Pffft-- ] pajama onesie, mm?
[ Yet soon as his expression breaks into a smile, she cannot hold it any longer, either. Bursting into laughter again, she has to take a few moments to regain her composure. ]
[Okay, okay, okay. Even he can't fight a chuckle at that one. The mental image is too absurd- especially when it comes hand in hand with the thought of the Crownsguard he knows wearing onesies while fighting daemons.]
We might have to rename the Crown City at this rate, with everyone sleeping and wearing PJs.
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Even if I do, I'm not telling you. That was almost as weird as if Prompto had done it.
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...Is this what Crownsguard really wear. ]
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Hmm, can you really say that? You showed up to work without any pants on.
[Though there are probably some Crownsguard who've managed the job with booty shorts at some point. Once you hit a certain rank (or go on a world tour with the crown prince) you can wear whatever you want so long as it's black and bears the insignia.]
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Not fair! [ She laughs. ] This— [ Meaning, her booty shorts and those absolute territory stockings. Have a bit of a turn to show off the look of the shirt draping over the top of her shorts. Also, look at that ass, look at it! ] is perfectly fine, if Gladio can go practically shirtless!
[ She’s assuming that Gladio is a Crownsguard, since he has referred to him as a Shield. ]
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Okay, you got me there. I'll take short-shorts into consideration for the official Crownsguard uniform when I take back Insomnia.
[Wouldn't Cor just love that proclamation.]
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And you? You’ll be adopting this superior fashion change, too?
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[It's so illogical!]
I'll be in my PJs.
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N-Noct!
[ She laughs, her shoulders shaking. ] Oh, you're right, you're right. We have to protect our king while he gets his beauty rest.
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That's another excellent proclamation. Everyone gets enough sleep. At least nine hours a night if they want it.
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[He doesn't have to wear them, but they're an option!]
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Proclamation #3: no unnecessary paperwork when the king decides he's too lazy to sign something. Consider yourself hired.
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Ooh, ooh! May I make a suggestion?
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[He makes a note to ask Cor later. He's committing fully to the bit, here.]
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Can the next proclamation be about having cake after every victory? King's choice of kind, of course.
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[Prompto's always fussing about his weight and diet even though he's a perpetual string bean (though his concerns are understandable enough). Even as a joke, maybe that one's a little too insensitive.]
And I like just about all cakes, so the type doesn't matter so much. ...Except carrot cake is banned.
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[ Isn't it a cake, too?? She's only asking because she's curious. ]
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[That is literally the only reason.]
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As your junior Crownsguard, I pledge to never serve-- [ "My king"? "My liege"? What fits here? ]-- my pajama-wearing king carrots.
[ Keep a serious face, keep a serious face, hoooolddd it-- ]
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Keep that up and you'll be promoted in no time.
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[ Yet soon as his expression breaks into a smile, she cannot hold it any longer, either. Bursting into laughter again, she has to take a few moments to regain her composure. ]
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We might have to rename the Crown City at this rate, with everyone sleeping and wearing PJs.
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[AKA needs more fantasy Latin.]
Hypersomnia?
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