There is no text for the next few minutes -- Noctis is making his way, however carefully, to where Ignis keeps his shirts, well-pressed and ironed. He's taking off his own, which takes a lot of work and time, and is pulling on one of Ignis' just because he can, and he climbs back into bed again. Which may have taken one hell of a lot out of him, his body still struggling to recuperate.
But at least he's got it now. Twenty minutes later, he sends a photo: Noctis in one of Ignis' pinstriped white shirts, unbuttoned, exposing his pale chest and the large bandage -- but mostly the shirt. It's not a suit jacket, but it'll do. ]
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There is no text for the next few minutes -- Noctis is making his way, however carefully, to where Ignis keeps his shirts, well-pressed and ironed. He's taking off his own, which takes a lot of work and time, and is pulling on one of Ignis' just because he can, and he climbs back into bed again. Which may have taken one hell of a lot out of him, his body still struggling to recuperate.
But at least he's got it now. Twenty minutes later, he sends a photo: Noctis in one of Ignis' pinstriped white shirts, unbuttoned, exposing his pale chest and the large bandage -- but mostly the shirt. It's not a suit jacket, but it'll do. ]
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