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Prompto was tired, and not just in the physical sense although that was true, too. He was tired of being in the Regalia all day and sometimes all night, watching the world roll by while everyone sat in silence. He was tired of crappy motels, too, even if they were better than cramming four grown men into a single tent that smelled so bad in the mornings that Prompto wasn't beyond begging Ignis to light the damn thing on fire. He was tired of being sweaty and hungry and sunburned, but mostly he was bored of how serious Noctis had been lately. Gladiolus was easy to blame for the change, always scolding Noctis for not behaving more kingly, but Prompto knew it was more than that. So when they finally stopped in a city that's big enough to have a decent hotel, Prompto put himself in charge of reserving rooms and splurged on two next to each other. Grinning at Ignis as he shoved a key into his hand, mentioning the two queen beds that awaited him and Gladio, Prompto grabbed Noctis' arm and dragged him in the direction of the elevators. "We're gonna get room service, right, Nocto?" he asked as he pressed the up button several times to make sure it was coming. "I don't know if I want to have a bath or eat first. What about you?"