[ That Ignis is somehow so worried about him is warming and embarrassing all at once-- Noctis likes to think that he's at least become older, no longer the young charge that needs looking after, no matter how overwhelmed he is. Also, nobody ever told you what to do when you wipe a smudge off the lip of someone you've only just realised you've never grown out of, and he surreptitiously licks it off his own finger, for once incredibly grateful that Ignis won't notice. ]
It's all right, Iggy. We'll just grab some clothes along the way.
[ Frankly, Noctis hasn't actually noticed the state of his clothes, and he pauses to do a quick inventory. ] You got anything you wanna pick up?
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It's all right, Iggy. We'll just grab some clothes along the way.
[ Frankly, Noctis hasn't actually noticed the state of his clothes, and he pauses to do a quick inventory. ] You got anything you wanna pick up?