[ the good stuff is totally on the list that noctis sent! that's the only good stuff he acknowledges. he can practically hear the sigh in that response, and noctis finds that he can't help the smallest upward tug at the side of his mouth. ]
I know. [ not necessary, but noctis wants to do this anyway. it's ignis, how can he not? he stays close and within easy reach, shrugging as he looks over the stalls by the market a few paces away. ] It was all right. [ and he couldn't be by himself -- grief and guilt are paralytics, and noctis would drown under the weight of it if he allowed himself to. and then all those sacrifices, all of them would be in vain. ] We starting with the spices first?
[ a gentle nudge then, a silent offering of his arm, for ignis to accept or refuse. ]
WE MAKE OUR OWN STORIES
I know. [ not necessary, but noctis wants to do this anyway. it's ignis, how can he not? he stays close and within easy reach, shrugging as he looks over the stalls by the market a few paces away. ] It was all right. [ and he couldn't be by himself -- grief and guilt are paralytics, and noctis would drown under the weight of it if he allowed himself to. and then all those sacrifices, all of them would be in vain. ] We starting with the spices first?
[ a gentle nudge then, a silent offering of his arm, for ignis to accept or refuse. ]