( it's a luxury suite, fitting of someone of noctis' undercover stature - rich, but understated just enough to be ordinary in the wealth. keith, now warmed by a robe and a kiss, tugs away from noctis and walks over to the kitchen, hungry as ever. at least he's eating for two, though.
after a short look around he finds the makings for peanut butter sandwiches and sets to making them each one, letting noctis' request sit in the open air between them while he mulls it over. he's twisting the cap off the peanut butter when he finally clicks his tongue, butter knife clenched loosely in hand. )
Fine.
( it's an easy enough agreement - keith knows he shouldn't be here. not if he wants to protect their baby, which of course he does. he point at noctis with a very threatening butter knife, lifting his brows. )
no subject
after a short look around he finds the makings for peanut butter sandwiches and sets to making them each one, letting noctis' request sit in the open air between them while he mulls it over. he's twisting the cap off the peanut butter when he finally clicks his tongue, butter knife clenched loosely in hand. )
Fine.
( it's an easy enough agreement - keith knows he shouldn't be here. not if he wants to protect their baby, which of course he does. he point at noctis with a very threatening butter knife, lifting his brows. )
But you need to stop going on these missions.