[ Noctis has the impression that Ignis thinks he's petting a cat, or something, but he doesn't comment on it, nuzzling into his touch. He would purr if he would -- it's so comfortable and relaxing, and he finds hismelf frowning, musing at the little cat-prince.
He wouldn't have his brother do that, either, not for himself. There's another way, right? ]
Mmmhmm. Her name's Flora. Prompto named her.
[ He mumbles, shifting to get more pettings, his hand idly smoothing down his chest as he presses his hear to his heart, listening. ]
I think he likes her. [ But that's neither here nor there, so he hums. Maybe he should ask Flora if she could undo curses that way one day. ] Keep going.
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He wouldn't have his brother do that, either, not for himself. There's another way, right? ]
Mmmhmm. Her name's Flora. Prompto named her.
[ He mumbles, shifting to get more pettings, his hand idly smoothing down his chest as he presses his hear to his heart, listening. ]
I think he likes her. [ But that's neither here nor there, so he hums. Maybe he should ask Flora if she could undo curses that way one day. ] Keep going.