[ the drag of Prompto's nails earns a pleased noise, and Reno grins against his jaw before kissing a trail along it, then down Prompto's neck. ]

Tomorrow night feels like a million years from now, huh? [ he bites playfully just above Prompto's pulse, then straightens up a little so he can actually look at Prompto as he speaks. ] But I think it'd be better. Come over late afternoon, maybe? We can go do somethin' fun, come back, cook... watch a movie...

[ Reno brings a hand up to cup Prompto's face, then brushes his fingers back through Prompto's hair. ]

A date sounds real nice, sunshine.