( well. mood swigs again, this time to a more familiar territory. noctis picks his heels up and keith feels his stomach drop, some unfounded arousal soaking through his panties just because noctis did something courteous. now, keith isn't usually great at picking the best times or places to get freaky at, but he can tell that across enemy borders is probably not - ideal. there's a little wafting scent of vanilla in the air, keith's cunt pretty much always out now due to the mechanics of having his engorged belly stretching out the hidden skin down there, but he does his best to real it back in, figuring vanilla is commonplace enough to be blamed on something else.
maybe. maybe not. he could say he's hoping noctis won't notice, but it'd be an unfortunate fib.
still, he does his best not to waddle as they walk to the drinks fountain, finding a pourer full of lemon water and pouring himself a glass. god, he's sweaty. he pts himself down with a cloth napkin, all the while keeping noctis' hand laced firmly with his. the fighting has made him extra clingy, now. )
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maybe. maybe not. he could say he's hoping noctis won't notice, but it'd be an unfortunate fib.
still, he does his best not to waddle as they walk to the drinks fountain, finding a pourer full of lemon water and pouring himself a glass. god, he's sweaty. he pts himself down with a cloth napkin, all the while keeping noctis' hand laced firmly with his. the fighting has made him extra clingy, now. )
Did I smudge my makeup?