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Is the stuff those guys in there said true? I mean it has to be true, I'm here and those guys weren't human, right? So this has gotta be a dream or am I dead? Would I know if I'm dead?

[The video had started with a distressed looking blond man and soon that blond was wincing in pain after he's pinched himself. The test to see if he was asleep, not dead. So he at least got proof that one of the two was wrong.

He's got the magi-cam (a name that made him twitch hard when he heard it, propped up on a wall so he can stand and use both of his hands. Hands that were gesturing as he spoke, and paced.]

And no gettin back, right? That's what they said. Some mess about time loops and, damn, I should have listened better.

[The kid has bags under his eyes, a few cuts and scrapes and bruises, and those are just what can be seen on his face. They'd tried to patch him up as well as could be before he'd gone and run out. He was quick on his feet.

He ran a dirty hand through his hair and then gave a nervous laugh before turning back to the camera.]

Don't suppose this'll get seen by people, huh? My people? Noct, Gladio? Iggy... [A shake of his head.] What am I doing? I mean to say, I'm Prompto! I got here a few hours ago and this place is crazy!

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my house is! I'm at work right now which is further away though But my home is in Yoshiwara, next to Nihonbashi, where you are! :D Hmmmm if you're needing some time to chill and take a breather, why not rest up in my place? I've been here a while so I've built up a nice living space for myself. I'm all about the zen and relaxation stuff, so maybe my house can be a nice calming place you can rest up in until I return? It's even got a western style shower if you need to freshen up a bit!

riiiight...

[He has no idea where those places are and nods, forgetting he's texting and shakes his head at being so dumb. Who shakes their head at a text?]

no idea where that is but I figure there's a map somewhere on this, I'll find it and... If you're sure you don't mind? Somewhere outta the way... And a shower? Yeah, you've sold me. I'd kill for a hot shower!

hehehe, glad I'm helping you cheer up, then! Okay, you said you just got out of the lab, right? I can give you directions!

[Ping! The shaken blond will receive another text, one that is labeled private. It's clear instructions on where to go, details on how the house looks like to make sure the buy has the right one, and where Koro hides his spare key.]

yeah the house used to belong to a foreigner which is why it has a bed with legs and a stand up shower! He was still interested in Nipponese culture hence the rest of the stuff being that of a traditional Nippon home. Think you can make it, champ? I'll be done soon and bring something to fill your belly :) I'm Koro by the way (ㆁωㆁ) What's your name?

[Prompto had pulled the magi-cam down from the wall so he could read the message and looked around, looking for signs and landmarks so he could find where it was. Then he started to walk. And as he walked, limping, and read over the message he got after that.]

Yeah, pretty sure I can make it.

you're a pal. Thanks for this. I'll make it up to you somehow.

[Not that he had much, he'd only just gotten here. So he'd have to IOU him a favour sometime down the line.]

Prompto. That's my name. nice to meet ya!

Prompto? Hehe cute! I'll be done soon so please make yourself at home!

[Oh, he'll make it up to him alright. Convincing such a cutie into his home ready and waiting for him was all that-

Koro sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Wow, I'm becoming a scumbag, aren't I?

[...Does one that relies on sex to sustain themselves ever stop becoming a scumbag? ...Koro decides he'll stop by the market and pick up some treats to gift Prompto. Sure, the guy looked tasty, but Koro wasn't about to trick and use the poor thing. The last thing he wants Prompto to experience on his literal first day is betrayal.

Oh if Koro knew what Prompto was going through before arriving...

All he can do is wait now. Meanwhile, should Prompto find the home and step inside... he'll notice some interesting things. Mainly the plants everywhere, the strong aroma of scented oils, and the rather suggestive paintings adorning the walls. Koro recalls how his home looks like, and can only hope Prompto won't be too scared off by it.]

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Thanks, man. Really appreciate it!

[What a real nice guy. Not creepy at all, letting a strange guy just get all up in his house like this. How did he know Prompto wasn't some asshole who was going to get in and steal all of his stuff? Though by the same token, Prompto probably shouldn't be so trusting... This guy could be a serial killer or something!

But he was just so tired. Everything ached. He was filthy. A shower was the hook that had gotten him reeled in. He wanted that more than anything. And the lure of a shower is what had him walking and eventually finding the place Koro had directed him to. He found the key and let himself inside.

... He was a little awkward, creeping inside and looking about the strange apartment. It was... nice? Though now he was wondering if the guy was less of a serial killer and more of a sex pest? Or maybe he just... liked weird art? He couldn't judge. It was nothing like he'd expected, but he was good. He didn't go poking around, he just found the bathroom and then spent the next almost hour peeling out of his clothes and showering.

By the time Koro would get back, Prompto was out and sat in a chair, eyes closed and head tipped back. His hair was still damp, fluffed and ruffled. He'd had to put his clothes back on but he wasn't complaining.]

[Not like Koro has anything in his home worth stealing, and if he did, it would be well hidden.

Time does pass, and Koro finally makes it home. The smell of a stranger fills the air...looks like the guy really did come in! He was too trusting, Koro thinks, but at the same time, Prompto did seem to be in great distress. Perhaps he was wounded, or just so tired that he wasn't thinking straight? Koro couldn't blame him for that.

Koro heads straight to the bedroom, a simple room with only a bed, a wardrobe, a soft chair by the window next to a small shelf of books, and a sleeping human on top of the chair.

...Oh right. The demon takes off his work apron and undoes his dress shirt. An odd uniform, rather western for the shop he worked at, but the old lady insisted. Attracted customers apparently. Koro intended to change, but his desire to see the human up close made him impatient, so he heads towards the other, unaware of his open shirt.

Koro quietly approaches Prompto, examining him. Much cleaner now than he was on video, but Koro's eye twitches when he sees the human put his clothes back on. Guess he shouldn't be too irritated, it was his own fault for forgetting to tell the blond where he kept the guest yukatas for those who used his shower. Still, doesn't that feel gross to put something dirty back on after showering?

Koro is close enough now to gaze upon the sweet one's face. How serene it was...Koro was mesmerized. Without thinking, Koro reaches out and gently caresses Prompto's face.]

[He hadn't intended to invade Koro's bedroom, but as he'd wandered passed he'd seen the window, seen the view and the chair and had dropped himself down into it to just look out of the window and take stock of his situation.

He also hadn't intended to fall asleep. But he apparently had. Being exhausted had finally took it's toll on him and he was asleep by the time Koro returned. Deeply enough he had no idea when the guy showed up to creep about the room.

But when someone touched him, that's when he woke. He startled awake, big blue eyes wide and staring, though not really seeing what was in front him. At least not completely. Male. Shirtless...]

Gladio...?

[Prompto asked thickly, voice heavy with sleep. But then he blinked and the image of Gladio was replaced by a complete stranger. A complete stranger who was half naked and touching him. Nope! Prompto jerked back, in doing so the chair began to tip backwards and he yelped, arms thrown out to grab at something, anything, to stop his backwards fall.]

—!!

[And naturally, if anyone is throwing their arms out, Koro's instinct is to return the action. He reaches out and pulls Prompto into his strong arms in a tender embrace, rescuing him from a gnarly date of...falling back a few feet onto the floor.

Instead it's just the chair that is now on it's back.]

Gladio? Glad...io...to see me?

[The use of a pun was more mind bending than the fact that this guy had pulled him into a hug. Prompto had woken thinking one of his friends were in front of him only to realise it wasn't him, and then this guy punned... Just like they did. It was just crazy enough that he couldn't help a quiet laugh.]

Please tell me your Koro and I've got the right place? This is gonna be kinda awkward if it's not.

[Oh no, this human was so small and cute...and the smell of Koro's shampoo coming from his still damp hair, it was too much! But no...Koro had to sadly release him. Poor guy was shaken up as is.

...which is also why he held back from pretending to not know who Koro is. That would have been too cruel.]

Relax, Prompto. You have the right guy. You hungry?

[Once released, Prompto stepped away and turned to bend and pick the chair up that had toppled over with an apologetic smile.]

Sorry, man. It's been a rough...while. Uh, sure. If its not too much trouble?

[Straightening up he gave a bit of a brighter smile. Koro was a pretty good guy. Cute to boot. What the hell had he done to deserve having met such a nice guy on his first day in weird world?]

Anythin I can help with?

Yeah. [Koro casually responds while walking over to his wardrobe. After some shuffling about he pulls out a folded clothing and walls up to Prompto.]

You can get out of those nasty clothes and change into this. It's a hot spring yukata I got as a gift. It...may be a bit big on you, but it's beats being naked...unless you don't mind being naked.

[A small chuckle escapes his lips, and Koro bends down to pick up a bag with a picture of a meatbun on it.]

And then you can eat this. They're really good. Or...so I hear.

[Prompto kind of liked his clothes... He thought maybe he could patch them up, get them cleaned... But it was true they were fithy so he couldn't argue when he was given new clothes to wear.]

Thanks. Shoulda picked something up on my way here... [He laughed as he turned and peeled out of his tank top. On doing so it was clear just how bruised he was. His back and sides had some healing and some new bruises, still dark and livid. Scrapes on his arms were apparent too.] You don't want me walking around naked, this'll be great.

[Pants came off and yukata went on. It was kind of weird and felt like he'd been asked to put on a dress, but he was giving Koro the benefit of the doubt here. When he turned back it was to find a bun being held out to him. Prompto smiled gratefully and took it.]

Thanks.

Wait. You've never had one before?

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[Koro casually picks the clothes up as they're dropped, giving quick glances at Prompto's beaten body. The cuts and bruises...they're fresh. Just what kind of hell did this guy go through?

But he had other things to worry about, such as Prompto's question. He stares at him blankly.]

I have. But I don't have a sense of taste. My diet is purely nutritional. [Koro gestures with a nod towards the other.] Your undies, too. I'll throw it all in the washer. It's a vintage one, not as great at the one back home, but it beats doing it all by hand.

[Oh how quickly he changes the subject.]

[Huh. Okay weird. A guy who couldn't taste things? That sounded awful. Prompto liked food, food was all kinds of good! And he wanted to ask more but then he was being asked for his underwear and didn't that just make him blush. Yikes. Okay. It made sense he supposed. But someone else washing his smalls...

The guy was being nice though. So he tossed the bun onto the seat of the chair and reached under the skirt of his thingie-ta and pulled them down and off.

After balling them up, he stepped up to Koro, laughed nervously and shoved them inside of his tank top so the poor guy wouldn't have to handle them.]

Really appreciate this. Uh... But if you show me how, I could probably wash them myself?

It's fine. You just throw the clothes in, put in the detergent, and press a button. Technology is amazing isn't it?

[Koro is doing his best to make Prompto relax. He's cute when he's embarrassed, but the demon doesn't want him to stay that way, at least not in this particular context.]

Relax. Before I came here, I worked as a masseur at a spa. Laundry and picking up stray clothes, including the occasional sock or undergarments, was part of my job. Just think of this as me working, yeah? Go sit down on the bed, I'll be right out. I should have something for those cuts.

[Well that made sense, but it didn't mean he couldn't make an offer to help or be embarrassed to have someone else doing his laundry. Prompto had always been self-sufficient, but he nodded and turned to grab up the bun before plopping himself down on the bed with his legs crossed.]

Thanks, Koro! I owe you one for this. Seriously. You're a pal!

...Yeah...uh... yeah sure. Please, enjoy the bun. I need you to wait ten minutes.

[It's an odd response, but Koro was too embarrassed to give a proper reply, himself. He closes the door behind him and quickly showers. When he's finally out, he's changed into his lounge clothes, simple gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

...One that's a size too small for him. And he chose that size on purpose.

A loud rumble comes from the bathroom, indicating the old machine is at work. Koro is holding an old box in his hand as he approaches Prompto and plops down next to him on the bed, with Prompto now between him and the pillows.]

Sorry, hope you didn't wait too long.

[By the time Koro returned, the bun was gone and Prompto had brushed his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame it some, but had only further ruffled it. He was sat back against the pillows with his eyes closed, but opened them when he felt the bed dip.

Seeing Koro there, he smiled. It was a nice smile but didn't reach all the way to his eyes.]

Nah, I'm good.

[He eased himself up to sit and dropped his hands onto his crossed legs.]

So what's in the box?

Every child's worst nightmare.

[Koro teases, slapping the spot right next to him on the edge of the bed hoping that Prompto will sit there. He opens the box and pulls out what appears to be a small bottle of liquid, a cotton ball, and some bandages and adhesive strips. How fortunate they were to live in the year bandaids were invented.]

Don't think I can do much for the bruises, but at least I can see if I could patch up some of the cuts.

[He peered into the box with a grimace. Well that all looked fancy.

He scooted himself over to sit at the edge of the bed as instructed and sighed.]

Man I wish I had a potion on me or somethin'. That'd heal me right up!

[Maybe. He lifted his arms and looked down at them. Clean, but still bruised.]

I, uh... before I got here... Guess you could say I was in some trouble. Bein held against my will kinda trouble, y'know? Being here's a relief.

[A potion, huh? Funny, there was a tall man, much taller than Koro, who used to walk around Nippon. He too mentioned healing potions. Perhaps Prompto was from the same world?

Koro dabs a cotton ball with the liquid in the bottle.]

This will sting a little. Try to bear it. [And gently he dabs a spot on Prompto's forehead.]

So...you were held hostage?

[He closed an eye in wince when one of the cuts on his forehead was touched.

Yep, it stung alright.]

Ouch.

[Prompto said it with a little amusement, not really serious.]

Kind of. Its a really long story...

[Koro is able to complete the picture now. Prompto says he's been held hostage? Koro eyes the cuts and bruises, some of them really large. No mere 'I just hit my arm against a table' bruises. Then Koro recalls how shaken he was over video. All of that together really paints a picture. This man has been through some kind of torture.

Koro doesn't sense any darkness or Ill will in Prompto. Rather, he senses a strong, kind heart. He also senses something...not quite human in him, too. But that didn't matter. This was someone who was given a date he doesn't deserve. That's all Koro needed to know.

Unable to hold it in anymore, Koro quickly applies one of the adhesive strips onto the cut on Prompto's forehead...and then puts his hand on the back of the other's neck to pull him close into another hug, this time with intent, rather than instinct like earlier.

And if that wasn't surprising enough, then the soft kiss placed on the bandaged cut should definitely do it.]

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No joke I googled "when were bandaids invented" for this tag (and it's 1920)

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