[ Noctis could never deny him, not really. Forgiveness is quickly dispensed; he has never been one to hold grudges for petty little things like these, anyway. He basks in the moment, happy for this, happy for his friends -- perhaps Gladio had meant well when he'd spoken up (he always does, Noctis thinks, although the delivery of it always could use work). Shivering pleasantly from the trek his fingers take, he feels his heart skip a beat when he watches the curve in that mouth, so tempted to cup his face to kiss it.
He doesn't, not quite intent to push his luck just yet. Tucking close at a particularly jarring jumpscare, he's momentarily distracted. Flying beds, screaming little girls. Okay, they can definitely deal with this one. Prompto makes a soft noise not too far away, and Noctis can't help but boldly drape his legs over Ignis' thighs, settling sideways just because he can. Sharing the blanket, right? ]
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He doesn't, not quite intent to push his luck just yet. Tucking close at a particularly jarring jumpscare, he's momentarily distracted. Flying beds, screaming little girls. Okay, they can definitely deal with this one. Prompto makes a soft noise not too far away, and Noctis can't help but boldly drape his legs over Ignis' thighs, settling sideways just because he can. Sharing the blanket, right? ]
I think there's demon nun somewhere in here.