[ At this particular point, Noctis isn't thinking about magic -- he's not thinking about anything at all except for the fact that this really hot nurse that touched his cheek with those long, lovely fingers and oh shit did he just kiss his hand. He's saying something about the medical team that Noctis' currently fuzzy brain can't quite accurately grasp, and he glances over at the gargoyle and the chortling blond curiously before his eyes are fixed right back on the man with the green, green eyes. ]
You're really, really pretty. [ He slurs, apropos of nothing. Distantly, he's aware that he'd probably failed to grasp the finer points of this conversation, but who cares. He's feeling really, really good in a myriad strange little ways, and he's halfway to contemplating if he's sleeping on a real cloud.
Also, that he's maybe a little bit gay. Which is of course a thought that doesn't go unshared, because he's pulling Ignis down by his collar and whispering it loudly in his ear, enough for the other two to hear. ]
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You're really, really pretty. [ He slurs, apropos of nothing. Distantly, he's aware that he'd probably failed to grasp the finer points of this conversation, but who cares. He's feeling really, really good in a myriad strange little ways, and he's halfway to contemplating if he's sleeping on a real cloud.
Also, that he's maybe a little bit gay. Which is of course a thought that doesn't go unshared, because he's pulling Ignis down by his collar and whispering it loudly in his ear, enough for the other two to hear. ]
I think I'm a little gay.