In a Galaxy Far, Far Away

[theundertaken]

[Max doesn't bother putting out any flyers for this or anything; he's already discussed the movie party with a lot of people, and he'll probably round up anybody he's missed while he's getting ready. The preparations aren't anything too fancy. He's put a soda by each seat, along with a little plastic cup of popcorn. It's not a lot of work, but it's a fair amount of cups - maybe someone can help get it ready?

Regardless, he'll lean out the door and call when he's done:]

Hey, dudes, come watch Star Wars with us!

[Yes, it's Star Wars night. A New Hope, none of that prequel garbage. We apologize to Finn, I guess.]

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[photoshooter]

[Prompto bursts out laughing.]

Me? Nooo! Do I look like bodyguard material to you? Nah, dude, we were in the same year at school, that's how we met.

[He bobs his head, grinning.]

Noct does have a bodyguard, but, well... he doesn't really go in for the whole 'royal treatment' thing. That's why he went to a normal school and got to have his own apartment away from the Citadel. And... and usually, Insomnia was pretty safe.

[But let's not dwell on Insomnia.]

Gladio did save him from a drunk once, though. [He draws a finger down his face, over one eye.] He got a scar from it, too, like this.

[theundertaken]

Dude, you tell me you fought a meteor god and then wanna say you couldn't be a bodyguard?

[Because otherwise, no, you don't look like one.]

Shit, I mean, if you're gonna have a scar, that's a really cool one to have. I've, uh, just got a few from really stupid things.

[photoshooter]

What kind of stupid things?

[Dish, bro.]