[ Noctis is the luckier man, he likes to think, even when Ignis is parked in front of the mirror. Noctis, thankfully, is a little less vain, swiping the hair dryer to dry his hair off, before running a comb absently through it. The chocobo look had been a charming one ten years ago, but Noctis finds that leaving his style natural brings with it a gravitas that allow himself to be taken seriously.
Also, just having one vainpot before the mirror is good enough, and he would rather it be his gorgeous, impeccable husband-to-be; he quite likes the way Ignis turns heads whenever he enters a room. He knows it's pure egoism, knowing that he loves a man who's that ridiculously stunning that Noctis sometimes winds up wondering just how his looks don't manage to get in his way.
Reaching for the red shirt like an obedient husband, however, he hangs it up on the other mirror beside him, amused at just how many pots of product he's using when he's not even styling his hair up. The message the red shirt sends, by the way, is also pretty clear: he really is ripping that shirt off you tonight, honey; and they have the rest of the day to be reminded of it. ]
What, [ He flicks absently at the towel wrapped around Ignis' slim waist. ] you're already thinking of punishments?
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Also, just having one vainpot before the mirror is good enough, and he would rather it be his gorgeous, impeccable husband-to-be; he quite likes the way Ignis turns heads whenever he enters a room. He knows it's pure egoism, knowing that he loves a man who's that ridiculously stunning that Noctis sometimes winds up wondering just how his looks don't manage to get in his way.
Reaching for the red shirt like an obedient husband, however, he hangs it up on the other mirror beside him, amused at just how many pots of product he's using when he's not even styling his hair up. The message the red shirt sends, by the way, is also pretty clear: he really is ripping that shirt off you tonight, honey; and they have the rest of the day to be reminded of it. ]
What, [ He flicks absently at the towel wrapped around Ignis' slim waist. ] you're already thinking of punishments?