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[ Yeah, the tasks weren't the problem -- Noctis had gotten the hang of them eventually, managing his schoolwork and the crown's demands, and he can't help but be warmed as he steps closer, clad only in his pants but in no real hurry to pull his shirt on. No, because Ignis is telling him something that makes him feel like a fucking bashful teenager again instead of a monarch of a recovering country and he cannot help but stay so helplessly in his orbit. ]

I heard you went on a date with a girl the day before. Katie, I think her name was. [ Yes, he remembers her name. Dark-haired, gorgeous, a perfect match for Ignis the way Noctis thought he never could be. ]