[ Sober Ignis would interpret that hasty push back as a sign that a boundary had been crossed and offer an apology. Of course, sober Ignis wouldn't be in this position in the first place. Drunk Ignis? Drunk Ignis looks at the faintly pink hue of Noct's cheeks and hears the higher pitch of his voice, and smells blood in the water. ]
That's very kind of you, Noct. I'd love some water.
[ He would also love to watch Noctis walk into the kitchen, watch the way he moves. How his lean body can seem so lazy and so powerful at once, and so infinitely undressable. ]
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That's very kind of you, Noct. I'd love some water.
[ He would also love to watch Noctis walk into the kitchen, watch the way he moves. How his lean body can seem so lazy and so powerful at once, and so infinitely undressable. ]