[ Noctis takes the invite immediately, delighted and giddy beyond words -- it feels like the sweetness of first times all over again, when Ignis gestures him close and opens up and Noctis and his blanket comes to curl up against his side like he had before. This time with the awareness that yes, they're doing it, and yes, Gladio and Prompto don't give a shit. Noctis can hear them now, in their bubble of happiness just beyond them, and he cannot help but smile.
He's tugging on the suspender strap again, easing it off Ignis before he really gets comfortable, spreading the blanket between them. The coffee cup is set carefully on the table in front of Ignis, all his if he wants it returned. Noctis doesn't need caffeine to stay awake when he has Ignis by his side, just as warm and solid as he remembers. But he's cringing, giving the other man's side a little jab. ]
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He's tugging on the suspender strap again, easing it off Ignis before he really gets comfortable, spreading the blanket between them. The coffee cup is set carefully on the table in front of Ignis, all his if he wants it returned. Noctis doesn't need caffeine to stay awake when he has Ignis by his side, just as warm and solid as he remembers. But he's cringing, giving the other man's side a little jab. ]
You'll be sorry if it ends up possessing us.