[They will always be there, despite Ignis trying his best not to bring them up. He always tries talking about mundane things like school, homework, arcade, whether the pastries he made were close to the ones he ate or no. He only ever brings up Citadel work when he has to. Because he was asked to.
Ignis finishes off his coffee and goes to the sink to wash the plate and the mug.]
I suppose I could find some time to drop by and prepare you guys some snacks. [...] Perhaps give it another go at those pastries.
[Noctis waits until Ignis is busy washing up to step in behind him, wrapping his arms about his waist and resting his head between his shoulder blades since he wasn't tall enough to peak over them.]
You're too good to me, Iggy. How can I ever repay you?
[Ignis' lips twitch when he feels hands wrap around him. He finishes up washing the dishes and dries off his hands so he can place them atop of Noct's.]
Well, those reports won't read themselves. There's plenty of time until Friday.
[He's half teasing, half being serious. He turns around in Noct's embrace so he can place both of his hands on his cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over the cheekbones.]
Just be yourself. That's enough of a payment for me.
[All it takes is glancing up into Ignis' eyes and he's completely lost, willing to do absolutely whatever he says. Even read a thousand stupid reports about things he cares nothing about.]
If you say so, Iggy. [Lifting himself up just enough to close the space between them, he presses the softest kiss against those lips, before whispering against them:] Love you.
[And then he's wiggling out of the embrace because he still has to go get dressed.]
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Ignis finishes off his coffee and goes to the sink to wash the plate and the mug.]
I suppose I could find some time to drop by and prepare you guys some snacks. [...] Perhaps give it another go at those pastries.
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You're too good to me, Iggy. How can I ever repay you?
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Well, those reports won't read themselves. There's plenty of time until Friday.
[He's half teasing, half being serious. He turns around in Noct's embrace so he can place both of his hands on his cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over the cheekbones.]
Just be yourself. That's enough of a payment for me.
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If you say so, Iggy. [Lifting himself up just enough to close the space between them, he presses the softest kiss against those lips, before whispering against them:] Love you.
[And then he's wiggling out of the embrace because he still has to go get dressed.]