[ Noctis murmurs a drowsy acquiescence, and he realizes he's never been happier or more content. This can't last, but as long as he's here and there's a good movie on, all is well. He feels the softest touches on his shoulder, himself only in a simple button up, having shed all other unnecessary items. Here, he's just Noctis; there are no royal obligations to consider, nothng to make a decision on save for whether now's a good time to fall asleep.
He keeps an eye on everything that unfolds onscreen, but the softness of his words brings him back to a better time, an easier time, which is why he takes a few minutes to register the entirely too familiar sound of quiet rustling and soft, wet little sounds that have absolutely nothing to do with eating. He knows that eating sounds like, and that -- well.
Noctis finally sits up when he hears the tiniest little muffled moan. In the darkess of the room he can just barely make out Gladio and Prompto. Quietly flabbergasted when he finally cottons on to the fact that they're actually kissing, he looks to Ignis and mutters quietly. ] The two of them?
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He keeps an eye on everything that unfolds onscreen, but the softness of his words brings him back to a better time, an easier time, which is why he takes a few minutes to register the entirely too familiar sound of quiet rustling and soft, wet little sounds that have absolutely nothing to do with eating. He knows that eating sounds like, and that -- well.
Noctis finally sits up when he hears the tiniest little muffled moan. In the darkess of the room he can just barely make out Gladio and Prompto. Quietly flabbergasted when he finally cottons on to the fact that they're actually kissing, he looks to Ignis and mutters quietly. ] The two of them?