[First- what the hell is that name of the attachment? Not even the ripest tomato can rival the red on his face. And despite being all by himself right now, Noct curls under the blanket. If you don't see blush, it doesn't exist.
Second-]
I am afraid you have mistaken me for someone else.
Re: text; un; noct.gar
Second-]
I am afraid you have mistaken me for someone else.
That is perfection, which I am not.
Do you have it with you???
[Most important question-]