[He thinks he has him cornered, that this is basically the end for Noct's little game, but just like that for a second time that day he finds himself realizing that sometimes things don't always go according to one's plans. One always needs to be prepared for the unexpected.
His poor glasses, snatched once more by a fussy black Chocobo.
Ignis is clearly taken off guard as his glasses are pried out of his hand. He straightens fully, eyebrows raising as he just stares at Noct in silent confusion, watches him actually put on the glasses and he looks so absolutely ridiculous. They're a little too wide for the frame of his face, and he can see that Noct won't put them on properly, which makes Ignis want to press that the center and push them up higher along the bridge of his nose even though he knows they'd just slip back down.
He's making such a scene out of nothing and yet Ignis can't possibly be struck more speechless, not because Noct is here, huffing and puffing like a child, but that he's finally admitted what Ignis was only vaguely aware of.
Noctis had been hitting on him.
And then it's done. Their game is done.
Ignis has lost.
All he can do is laugh. It starts with a tremble of his lips, a twitch at the corner of his mouth and then a huff, but it just comes out of him right then, a melodious exhale that he can't stop as heat swells to his own cheeks, and Ignis has to try to cover his mouth because he knows he's going to upset Noct further by laughing at him but he just can't help it.]
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His poor glasses, snatched once more by a fussy black Chocobo.
Ignis is clearly taken off guard as his glasses are pried out of his hand. He straightens fully, eyebrows raising as he just stares at Noct in silent confusion, watches him actually put on the glasses and he looks so absolutely ridiculous. They're a little too wide for the frame of his face, and he can see that Noct won't put them on properly, which makes Ignis want to press that the center and push them up higher along the bridge of his nose even though he knows they'd just slip back down.
He's making such a scene out of nothing and yet Ignis can't possibly be struck more speechless, not because Noct is here, huffing and puffing like a child, but that he's finally admitted what Ignis was only vaguely aware of.
Noctis had been hitting on him.
And then it's done. Their game is done.
Ignis has lost.
All he can do is laugh. It starts with a tremble of his lips, a twitch at the corner of his mouth and then a huff, but it just comes out of him right then, a melodious exhale that he can't stop as heat swells to his own cheeks, and Ignis has to try to cover his mouth because he knows he's going to upset Noct further by laughing at him but he just can't help it.]