Noctis shifts at the unexpected endearment, just a little. He's not sure if Ignis means it, or it's just another way to get him to be quiet and to listen to the rest of the story. But he kind of likes it, he supposes -- he's never heard the man use that on anyone else before, not even when he's at his most affectionate or passive aggressive.
He files that away carefully, not wholly sure what to make of it but happy to give him the benefit of the doubt, so to speak.
He absorbs the story, already invested in the cat and the older prince, leaning into Ignis' touch. ]
That's awful.
[ He says quietly, sympathetic. Then, as it occurs to his sleepy mind: ] I know a witch.
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Noctis shifts at the unexpected endearment, just a little. He's not sure if Ignis means it, or it's just another way to get him to be quiet and to listen to the rest of the story. But he kind of likes it, he supposes -- he's never heard the man use that on anyone else before, not even when he's at his most affectionate or passive aggressive.
He files that away carefully, not wholly sure what to make of it but happy to give him the benefit of the doubt, so to speak.
He absorbs the story, already invested in the cat and the older prince, leaning into Ignis' touch. ]
That's awful.
[ He says quietly, sympathetic. Then, as it occurs to his sleepy mind: ] I know a witch.