Noctis stares down at the text, Ignis' pillow tucked in his arm and against his cheek. He doesn't let go of it, because it does one hell of a lot to him that Ignis took one of his hoodies along, too. ]
The grey one? [ Ah, now at least he knows why he can't find it. ] Are you going to wear it?
[ Because that's going to be really, really hot. ]
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Noctis stares down at the text, Ignis' pillow tucked in his arm and against his cheek. He doesn't let go of it, because it does one hell of a lot to him that Ignis took one of his hoodies along, too. ]
The grey one? [ Ah, now at least he knows why he can't find it. ] Are you going to wear it?
[ Because that's going to be really, really hot. ]