[ It probably would sound cool, if Ignis wasn't distracted by the way the sudden flush of Noct's cheeks makes his mouth water. He swallows hard, thinks about following suit - but playing it cool is probably a lost cause at this point, so instead he lifts and arm until it obscures the lower half of his face as if there's a cape draped over it, and solemnly intones his very best D-movie bleuagh.
It's that or bring up the point that by this logic the traditional attire for Noctis would be a flowing nightgown, and that's probably a topic best avoided.
Joke made, he glances about. There's a rather large rock jutting out of the ground, so he crosses to it and sits, back leaned against it, attempting to look casual. ]
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It's that or bring up the point that by this logic the traditional attire for Noctis would be a flowing nightgown, and that's probably a topic best avoided.
Joke made, he glances about. There's a rather large rock jutting out of the ground, so he crosses to it and sits, back leaned against it, attempting to look casual. ]
Best if we sit, I think.