[ It's good that Ignis resisted the urge to examine it, because Noctis is too busy getting himself visually reacquainted with that particular work of art, and he pliantly follows along, sitting up to take a sip of water -- then plenty of it, because he's thirsty in ways that, right now, don't have anything to do with how smoking hot his husband is.
But he finishes the water in record time, more intent on plumbing currently unknown depths in regards to Ignis' affections than he is on asking for another glass of water. ]
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But he finishes the water in record time, more intent on plumbing currently unknown depths in regards to Ignis' affections than he is on asking for another glass of water. ]
Do I like you call me? I think I would.