[ he lets himself be nudged gently upwards, eyes searching over ignis' face for a long moment as if he's confirming something for himself. ... and finally, instead of speaking, he just...! holds out an extended pinky finger solemnly, looking for the same promise they used to exchange as kids. ]
[ he squeezes their pinkies together, and then... relaxes with a little grin, the tension unknotting from his shoulders. it's not like he ever doubted that ignis would lie to him, but having a little extra insurance never hurts, right? and besides, having the throwback to their childhood is enough to make him oddly warm all over, a reminder of simpler times.
so he rolls off of ignis without any further protests, nestling up against his side with a stifled little yawn. ]
Guess 'kissing it better' doesn't work on colds, huh?
[Still, he certainly doesn't stop Noct from pulling up against him, and he shifts to put his arm around the prince's shoulders, letting his own warmth encircle his royal charge.]
Though at this point, I'd be surprised if I don't catch it, as well-- but you know what they say. Misery does love company.
[Ignis frowns slightly at the cough, displeased with how severe it sounds already. He offers Noct a careful squeeze around his shoulders, a show of reassurance and, he hopes, comfort.]
I suppose it does. Six preserve us, we might as well drink poison.
[ noctis just takes the squeeze as invitation enough to scoot himself closer, tucking up against ignis' warmth. it'd be easy to fall asleep like this, honestly -- the fever has sapped the strength right out of him, and being snuggled up like this is enough to make him feel warm and safe. there's a part of him that wants to fight it, for some fear that this closeness won't last until the morning, but his eyes are already impossibly heavy. ]
Hmm... guess that leaves... the healing powers of fast food?
[Ignis, naturally, has neither the heart nor desire to tell Noct to remove himself-- even if this does mean it's exponentially more likely that he'll wake up sick, himself. Once more, he strokes Noct's hair back from his face, his gaze moving up to the pitched ceiling of their tent as he lets out a low, withered sigh.]
I suppose it's better than the alternative. [Even if it's a nutritional disaster.] We have to eat something. It's fine, every once in awhile.
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Of course.
He crooks his own pinky in return, hooking it against Noctis'.]
A promise.
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so he rolls off of ignis without any further protests, nestling up against his side with a stifled little yawn. ]
Guess 'kissing it better' doesn't work on colds, huh?
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[Still, he certainly doesn't stop Noct from pulling up against him, and he shifts to put his arm around the prince's shoulders, letting his own warmth encircle his royal charge.]
Though at this point, I'd be surprised if I don't catch it, as well-- but you know what they say. Misery does love company.
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... well, I guess that leaves Prompto in charge of the cooking, huh?
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I suppose it does. Six preserve us, we might as well drink poison.
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Hmm... guess that leaves... the healing powers of fast food?
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I suppose it's better than the alternative. [Even if it's a nutritional disaster.] We have to eat something. It's fine, every once in awhile.