[ He echoes. It's on the tip of his tongue to protest, to challenge that as long as no one sees, that's fine -- it's not like they haven't snuck around before. But he has a point. Noctis owes it to Octavia to make it right, whatever it is. He owes it to Ignis, even though he cannot help his irritation with him, and that unexpected little resentment, once raised, that cannot be quelled.
Ignis fields his catty response with a firm gentleness that Noctis knows he has to heed, but dislikes all the same, and he stabs his chopsticks what's left of his half of his potsticker. Just the idea of having so many people all up in what's supposed to be strictly private leaves him testy despite honourable intentions. He has to do this, there is no other choice. ]
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[ He echoes. It's on the tip of his tongue to protest, to challenge that as long as no one sees, that's fine -- it's not like they haven't snuck around before. But he has a point. Noctis owes it to Octavia to make it right, whatever it is. He owes it to Ignis, even though he cannot help his irritation with him, and that unexpected little resentment, once raised, that cannot be quelled.
Ignis fields his catty response with a firm gentleness that Noctis knows he has to heed, but dislikes all the same, and he stabs his chopsticks what's left of his half of his potsticker. Just the idea of having so many people all up in what's supposed to be strictly private leaves him testy despite honourable intentions. He has to do this, there is no other choice. ]
Fine. [ He says at last. ] Do as you like.