[ He fumbles, and winces. Smooth, so smooth; gaping like an idiot at his oldest and closest friend, who's sacrificed so much for his sake, and Noctis can't even get himself in order; sentiment he had thought he'd outgrown simmering under his skin, monopolizing his thoughts. He hasn't outgrown this. ] I haven't yet. They came in those square boxes, means I should get more?
[ At least, that's what Noctis thinks he said. He takes the last bite of the strawberry, and forces himself not to think of how that had touched his lips before. Unsuccessful. ] You have something on your lip -- [ A fingertip, gently brushing away the smudge of reddish-pink. ]
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[ He fumbles, and winces. Smooth, so smooth; gaping like an idiot at his oldest and closest friend, who's sacrificed so much for his sake, and Noctis can't even get himself in order; sentiment he had thought he'd outgrown simmering under his skin, monopolizing his thoughts. He hasn't outgrown this. ] I haven't yet. They came in those square boxes, means I should get more?
[ At least, that's what Noctis thinks he said. He takes the last bite of the strawberry, and forces himself not to think of how that had touched his lips before. Unsuccessful. ] You have something on your lip -- [ A fingertip, gently brushing away the smudge of reddish-pink. ]