Yeah, what a way to finally die. Cracking my skull open on the tile in your room.
[ Noctis says dryly, before deciding that he could do with some clothes -- the window's open and it's chilly, and without so much as a by your leave, he snags a shirt and a pair of sweatpants and pulls it on.
And onto Ignis' bed he goes, climbing in under the covers like he's always belonged there even if it still bothers him that he's probably had sex in here. It's surreal, what's happening right here, right now, but he's in too deep to stop now. ] Where did you do it?
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[ Noctis says dryly, before deciding that he could do with some clothes -- the window's open and it's chilly, and without so much as a by your leave, he snags a shirt and a pair of sweatpants and pulls it on.
And onto Ignis' bed he goes, climbing in under the covers like he's always belonged there even if it still bothers him that he's probably had sex in here. It's surreal, what's happening right here, right now, but he's in too deep to stop now. ] Where did you do it?