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[If Noct was by himself, the guy would probably just ask for permission card and that would be it. So why is did this become a problem?

He just sighs, shaking his head-]

Not your fault so nothing to apologize for. [He gives him a short smile and tugs on his hand-]

Let's grab a seat- before the furthest table away from this guy gets taken.

[He's a spiteful little thing when people are being assholes. Also, that booth is a bit secluded from the rest of the restaurant and too curious eyes.]

[Probably because he actually had a dominant with him. Ezio had honestly stopped trying to figure out the rhyme or reason for any of the native's reactions.

The booth is indeed in the far corner, slightly secluded and blocked off from the rest of the restaurant. Which means that no one will be able to see if they decide to get a little 'hands on' during the course of their meal.

He slips into one side, and waits for Noct to seat himself.]

Perhaps he is jealous that I have such an attractive date.

[The guy doesn't get a second look from Noct because Ezio is talking and it's another compliment and he's not good at handling them.]

Not as attractive as you, [Noct says, slipping into the seat next to Ezio instead across of him. He loves that the booth is secluded in the back- less prying, curious eyes.]

I mean, you're the guy in a fitting suit here. Not even manager of this place is dressed up, [he nods at some girl in the back.]

[He doesn't mind. Not when the closeness enables him to do things like in and steal and soft kiss while no one is looking.]

That is because I work in a bank. [He has to have some cover for his less savory enterprises. Plus, he did have to take care of himself and Leonardo somehow.] It is your eyes. They draw you in and refuse to let go.

[Maybe that was his plan all along. Noct can be, Ezio will learn, a little minx at the times. He doesn't look like it, but he can be quite shrewd- when he wants to be. ~~Or has to be~~.]

A bank, huh? [Noct glances at him, smirking.] Kinda suits you. Along with the suit. [And that's a grin.

Bank sounds like a peaceful place to work at... Most of the time. His working at NP is mostly for strategic purposes. The things people talk about when they are drunk are insane.]

One more compliment and I'll start charging you. [He's not serious about it but now even his ears are burning and he has to "defend" himself.]

[Are you sure it's not because you look really good in cat ears, Noct? Because you do. Look really good in them. You should wear them during sometime.]

Should I not be telling you that. [That is a super interesting shade of red that Noctis is turning, and when it finally reaches his ears he decides maybe he should relent. For now.]

It is - [What he was taught, what he was supposed to be. What he should have been. It came naturally, even now, after all this time.] - beneficial.

[He might. When he forgets to take them off and maybe dozes off on Ezio's bed. He really might.

Noctis just... isn't good at handling compliments. He never got them- at least not as sincerely as Ezio gives them to him. He was placed to live up to a standard- which he was unable to do- so the compliments, aside from newspapers that he detested, were very scarce.]

Ah- the big banker words. [Noctis clicks his tongue, body turning slightly so he's facing Ezio more, hand on the palm of his hand.] So smooth.

[Not even going to lie, he would snap about a hundred pictures of that and keep them all for himself.

Ezio didn't know of the standard that Noctis was supposed to live up to. No, he only knew Noctis himself, and he was far better than even the title of king.

Then again, he may also be biased.]

It is a cover. Nothing more. [His voice is slightly lower now, leaning in as if he's going to nuzzle into Noctis' neck as he speaks.] It allows my other skills to go unnoticed.

[Noctis is glad that Ezio doesn't know anything about that. All his life he's been craving for someone to see him past his titles and obligations. He is relishing in the feeling.

And he's very thankful for it.]

Yeah, I figured. [Ezio's breath against his neck tickles a bit, and Noct has to fight back a chuckle.]

My job is more on the... lower end. But- people love to talk when they are drunk off their asses.

[Titles and obligations often placed an unfair weight upon the shoulders of those they were bestowed upon. It was strange, still, not to hear everyone refer to him as Ser Ezio or to address him as Mentore.

But there was also something about being free of them.]

You will tell me if you find out anything important? [There's a definite look to accompany his words, one that could likely get him anything he wanted at any time.

Actually, it had. Go figure.]

[Noct could probably call him that. The 'Mentore', not Ser Ezio. Mentore sounds better.

And being free of obligations and way of conduct was a luxury Noctis didn't often get.]

Mnn. Sure. [Noctis sounds casually disinterested, but returns Ezio's serious look with one of his own.] Under the condition that you don't try to go off and try to solve the problem all by yourself.

[He probably shouldn't be the one telling this to a twenty year older guy than him but here he is.]

[Definitely. Especially when you want to sass him.

Or in bed. Call it a recently discovered kink.

An eyebrow lifts at the stated condition, and while he completely understand's why it's being given (because that's exactly what he would do) he still can't keep his eyes from rolling. Just a little.]

You will be the first I call if there something I can not handle.

[As he wishes it the food arrives, the young woman who brings it to the table seemingly far kinder than the man who had taken the order. It looks -

- Interesting. How do you even eat this please help.]

[It's not that he doesn't think Ezio can handle it. He knows he probably can, most of the stuff. But- there's this tug that couldn't just let it be like that. And it's annoying because he knows Ezio is not from Eos and he is not his King and it doesn't make sense but- he'd feel responsible if anything bad happened.

Apparently, the kingly instincts of wanting to protect didn't entirely go dry and rusty as he thought.

But before he could say anything to explain why, the foods here and it gets Noct's attention. And Ezio's apparently. He nods the girl -thanks- and turns to food.]

Great, they sliced it for us. Here- [he picks up one of the slices and places it in Ezio's plate.] You don't need utensils for it. Most of the time.

[He picks up a piece for himself- delighted with how stringy the cheese is- and doesn't hesitate to bite into it immediately. He's hungry, shush.]

[As interesting as it would be to watch you go all rage monster and start throwing weapons at people who dare to get too close to you Ezio, he can handle it. He's a big strong assassin, he's got this.

(His last words are either going to be 'opps', 'shit' or 'I don't got it'.)

He issues a soft word of thanks as the plate is offered, and he does hesitate for a moment if only because he's not really sure quite how to attack it.

But then he does and dear god. It's both an abomination masquerading as Italian food and the best thing he's ever eaten. And it totally shows by the look on his face and the fact that, for once, his mouth is too busy doing something else to flirt.]

[The offer is always on the table. Noct is actually very adept at using daggers.

Usually, Noct would be all about devouring the food that's in front of him, especially since it's pizza but- this time it's different. Because Ezio never had this before and he's not going to miss it for anything in the world.

And the look on his face- yes. It's priceless. But Noct has tact and doesn't make a sound or a comment. He just slowly chews on his food and waits for the first impression. Expressed in words.]

[Clearly he should teach you how to do air assassinations and absolutely no one in the world will ever be safe from your wrath.

It's. Cheesy. And meaty. And there are too many flavors happening all at once and it probably would have been better to start off with something simpler.

But:] I can see what all the fuss is about.

[This is what happens when you let Noctis choose food. Most people he hangs out like this are used to it, but Ezio... he's never even had pizza before.

Noct just nods as if he understands, biting back hard bubbly laughter that threatens to burst out of him.]

That spice is good.

[Don't giggle, don't laugh.]

[Noct please tell him you're not this extra about everything.]

I could not taste it over the cheese.

[Or he could and he's just used to it. Hard to tell, really.]

[Sorry, he really is extra about everything. You learn to embrace it.]

Ah, the real star of the show.

[Noct's grinning now, licking off some of the tomato sauce from his fingers.]

...I probably should have ordered a bit-- less. On one half.

Game Inbox - Duplicity

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