[ A most dignified sound from the reigning monarch, who can't be arsed to move. But he has to, because the blanket's plugged off and he's struggling to sit up, rubbing at his eyes. ] Soon? You mean now?
[ Noctis asks, shuffling to crawl towards the top of the covers, tugging it off and fully intending to climb inside of it. He's very sure he doesn't have clothes here -- Ignis does, and he's really not keen on wearing anything of Gladio's. It gives him a complex, when he's much leaner than the immense behemoth that his shield is, and those shirts are bound to hang off of him. ] Just come in and sleep already, Iggy.
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[ A most dignified sound from the reigning monarch, who can't be arsed to move. But he has to, because the blanket's plugged off and he's struggling to sit up, rubbing at his eyes. ] Soon? You mean now?
[ Noctis asks, shuffling to crawl towards the top of the covers, tugging it off and fully intending to climb inside of it. He's very sure he doesn't have clothes here -- Ignis does, and he's really not keen on wearing anything of Gladio's. It gives him a complex, when he's much leaner than the immense behemoth that his shield is, and those shirts are bound to hang off of him. ] Just come in and sleep already, Iggy.