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You're pleased.

[ Noctis notices, looking up at him because he knows that look. He knows it -- one learns to read Ignis after a few years, the subtle cues and the smallest change in expression, and he's ultimately convinced that this is definitely one where he's happy about it, and Noctis can't even blame him. He's inwardly chuffed about Ignis' feelings for him, too, like a dumb teenager this romance has devolved him to and he huffs a soft laugh.

Ignis must have been inundated with so much annoying little requests from hangers-on, and Noctis himself is so fiercely pleased that not much of the others have since caught his eye. He's meeting him halfway, pressing his forehead to his gently. They still have a little time, and he kisses him softly, slowly. ]

If I'm the sun, then I guess you're the sky. [ Ugh, gross. ]

It's-- I don't know, I'm pleased that you were jealous, though I know that's not quite the correct response.

[ He's not happy that Noctis was upset, but it's sort of wonderful to know that they were on the same page even then. Even before it could have been a proper consideration, they'd thought about it. Ignis leans in and kisses him back, warm down to his toes, fingers stroking over his chest and shoulders, hugging him close. ]

Well, you're going to have to go shine yourself on a meeting very soon, so-- [ Don't mind him leaning in for another kiss, murmuring the rest against Noctis' lip between gentle kisses, ] I love you very much.

[ But he has to go. Ignis visibly resists pulling away but then does, kissing his forehead apologetically. ]

I'd let you make me be late for everything if I could, but unfortunately punctuality remains important.

[ Ah, who cares about correct responses? Noctis is grabbing a hold of his sleeve, impossibly, overwhelmingly fond despite himself and the fact that they have to be out there soon. That leaves his vest, suit jacket, and raiment. He can already hear the buzzing of texts on his phone and a gentle rap on the door.

His aides are waiting to apprise him of the events of the morning, Cor Leonis and the heads of the various ministries already waiting for an audience, but Ignis and Noctis are heading their separate ways until they see each other again, and suddenly he cannot bear to leave him. He sighs, low and quiet as he steals another kiss with a soft little whine. ]

Love you, too. [ Gods, how is he supposed to leave when Ignis says that so softly, so sweetly that Noctis just fucking melts like an idiot in love? ] And no, you won't. Now c'mon, just one more for the road.

One more.

[ Ignis pockets his phone with a glance at the screen and then decides why not and drags him close. It's a kiss like they've got all the time in the world to follow through with how dirty it is, when in actuality as soon as he breaks the kiss, his phone buzzes obnoxiously. He's the one wearing the plug, though, and he's the one who's going to have a hell of a day, so leaving Noctis with a kiss that good feels appropriate despite the terribly soft, sweet conversation they were just having.

Teasingly, with a tilt of his chin, he heads for the door and gives Noctis a lazy little wave, awfully certain of himself. ]

Have a good day, I'll see you tonight for my congratulations on winning and for you to rip this shirt off of me.

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