[That groan is worthy of an Olympic medal. It's quite impressive, Ignis has to admit. But it's not enough to make him let Noctis lounge around in bed even more.
He pushes his glasses up at Noct's correction. Okay, that's true, it's supposed to be a kiss. But Ignis didn't want to push his luck. Maybe that's why...
Ignis leans in, waiting for a moment to has Noct's complete attention on him, then just barely brushes their lips- one can't even call that a kiss. But Ignis pulls back with a smirk and stands.]
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He pushes his glasses up at Noct's correction. Okay, that's true, it's supposed to be a kiss. But Ignis didn't want to push his luck. Maybe that's why...
Ignis leans in, waiting for a moment to has Noct's complete attention on him, then just barely brushes their lips- one can't even call that a kiss. But Ignis pulls back with a smirk and stands.]
Breakfast, Noct.