[He eyes the rolls that were nudged his way and were "politely ignored" because they had a single veggie in it, and only sighed softly. Some things will never change. At least he can make him eat some roasted veggies when they are camping because they mostly smell like barbecue.
His idle thoughts about camping and roasted carrots (?) were briefly interrupted by the image of Noct sucking on that goddamn ice cube. Ignis is trying to minimize his reaction to it because he's not sure what his reaction is (just the sight of it is very distracting), and fishes out a handkerchief from his pocket.]
Hmmm, that it was. I think the last thing we did was marathoning documentaries about stars. Or, there was an attempt- you fell asleep right after dinner, 30 minutes in.[Packing for trip Ignis doesn't count- they were alone in Noct's apartment, but not for fun. Besides, being at Noct's place is just something he's used to do- if anyone ever brought it up as odd, Ignis would've been offended.
He leans over and takes a handful of ice cubes, puts them all in the handkerchief, wraps it, then places it on the back of his neck. If he were not in public, there might've been a moan right there.]
If we find accommodations that have TV and movies, we could organize such a night again, [this time, he's leaned back in his chair, contemplative a way more relaxed, with his "cooling bag".]
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His idle thoughts about camping and roasted carrots (?) were briefly interrupted by the image of Noct sucking on that goddamn ice cube. Ignis is trying to minimize his reaction to it because he's not sure what his reaction is (just the sight of it is very distracting), and fishes out a handkerchief from his pocket.]
Hmmm, that it was. I think the last thing we did was marathoning documentaries about stars. Or, there was an attempt- you fell asleep right after dinner, 30 minutes in.[Packing for trip Ignis doesn't count- they were alone in Noct's apartment, but not for fun. Besides, being at Noct's place is just something he's used to do- if anyone ever brought it up as odd, Ignis would've been offended.
He leans over and takes a handful of ice cubes, puts them all in the handkerchief, wraps it, then places it on the back of his neck. If he were not in public, there might've been a moan right there.]
If we find accommodations that have TV and movies, we could organize such a night again, [this time, he's leaned back in his chair, contemplative a way more relaxed, with his "cooling bag".]