If you trip on it in the morning, just know I'll have warned you about it.
[ It's like an itch he won't let himself scratch, but for once, he lets it go because getting up to take care of it would mean that he'd have to get out of bed, toss it into the hamper, and lose this moment right now. Maybe it's that it's been so long or maybe it's simply that Ignis has sacrificed enough in the name of duty, however small, but whatever the case, he slides his leg between both of Noctis' and twines them together quite neatly as if to keep himself anchored there.
It's not as if he needs help, anyway; Noctis is doing a remarkable impression of an octopus, all arms and legs so Ignis returning the favor is only fitting, he supposes. ]
I'm not certain that my throat will allow it, not with the number of speeches and meetings I'll have to attend to. [ ... That's. Not quite where he expected the conversation to go and his phone is unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how he looks at it) out of reach so he can't check. Instead, he occupies himself with running his fingers through Noctis' drying hair, tracing the shell of his ear, the sharp line of his jaw. ] I'll look it up in the morning for you.
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[ It's like an itch he won't let himself scratch, but for once, he lets it go because getting up to take care of it would mean that he'd have to get out of bed, toss it into the hamper, and lose this moment right now. Maybe it's that it's been so long or maybe it's simply that Ignis has sacrificed enough in the name of duty, however small, but whatever the case, he slides his leg between both of Noctis' and twines them together quite neatly as if to keep himself anchored there.
It's not as if he needs help, anyway; Noctis is doing a remarkable impression of an octopus, all arms and legs so Ignis returning the favor is only fitting, he supposes. ]
I'm not certain that my throat will allow it, not with the number of speeches and meetings I'll have to attend to. [ ... That's. Not quite where he expected the conversation to go and his phone is unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how he looks at it) out of reach so he can't check. Instead, he occupies himself with running his fingers through Noctis' drying hair, tracing the shell of his ear, the sharp line of his jaw. ] I'll look it up in the morning for you.