[Those clothes are comfortable, Iggy. Besides, where does he ever even go? To the Citadel - where he wears whatever you've told him to. To lessons with Gladio - where his clothes are just going to get ripped and dirty anyway. And to play video games with Prompto - and you've seen how he dresses, right?
There something that he should say. He knows there's a question being asked and that he should respond in some way. But Ignis is lifting his hand, pressing soft lips against the back and every other thought goes flying out of his head.]
Uh... [What was the question again? Did it even actually matter what it was? It was Ignis, so he was going to say regardless.] Yeah. I would love to have you for dinner. [What.] I mean, I would love to have dinner with you.
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There something that he should say. He knows there's a question being asked and that he should respond in some way. But Ignis is lifting his hand, pressing soft lips against the back and every other thought goes flying out of his head.]
Uh... [What was the question again? Did it even actually matter what it was? It was Ignis, so he was going to say regardless.] Yeah. I would love to have you for dinner. [What.] I mean, I would love to have dinner with you.
[Smooth, Noct. Real smooth.]