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[They didn't have it in his time okay! He has an excuse.]

What is it you have against vegatables?

[Can you hear the teasing, Noctis? Because it's definitely there.]

Si. Will you be free tomorrow for lunch?

[Ezio is definitely asking him on a date.

A very cute lunch date.]

I have a fact that they taste and feel like crumbling dirt in your mouth

most of the time.
Nothing against potatoes. They get a pass

[Yes, he can hear it and but he's too excited about next part to mind it-]

I am always free in the afternoon so yes, definitively~

[Noct can now say hi to butterflies in his stomach]

Are you this particular about everything you put in your mouth?

[That was too easy and he isn't even sorry.]

Molto bene Meet me in the park around one?

[Noct you are super cute when flustered but there is nothing to be nervous about.]

[...]

Yes. Only the best things go in my mouth

[And now he's trying not to laugh.]

Sounds like a plan to me

[Nailed the time and everything.]

[Please stop Noctis. Every time you go along with his bullshit it just makes him like you more.]

I will see you then.

[Except he's late, because of course he is. Which means that when he arrives in the park, he's still wearing the suit that he worse that day for work. At least he's dressed nicely?]

[He goes with your bullshit because he's a full bullshitter himself at the times.

Like right now- he's trying to 'bullshit' his way through the nervousness he's feeling about the date. And when Ezio shows up, dressed up like that, making everyone's heads turn, Noct tries to appear he's unfazed. Yep. Totally. Especially since he's wearing a complete casual outfit.

Ignore the flush on his face, Ezio, ignore it.]

This must be really fancy pizza we're getting.

[Are you sure? Because you seem pretty fazed to him.]

I did not have a chance to change.

[Was pizza supposed to be fancy? He honestly didn't know.

But his eyes do travel a very slow path down over Noct's body, taking each part of it in.]

You look good enough to have for dessert.

[...so long you don't point it out to him, you're allowed to enjoy it.

He can't decide whether to play it cool or be open like other people and just stare.]

No, that's fine. Pizza's just- [and now he's properly flushed]

You can't just say that in the middle of the street! [He slips up next to him, muttering quietly-] Our options are limited.

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[Well would you look at that, he managed to make him even more flushed. What a good look.

There's a soft chuckle as his head tips, leaning downwards to whisper into Noctis' ear so the words don't float out into the air around them.]

You look even better now. [It's followed by a very distinct kiss pressed against a pulse point.

Before he's straightening, going right back to acting like nothing at all had occurred.]

I will trust your judgment.

[And that's an intense shiver just raking down his back with that kiss and now he wants to stop this and just turn around and go back home and-

-and he needs to get his head out of the gutter. Ezio's teasing him and he's enabling it even more.]

Oh, shut up, [he grumbles, but there's a smile behind it and shy look to the side.

As they approach the pizza place, he looks over at him-] By the way- pizza that we will eat now- was invented by Italians.

[Honestly Noctis, what did you event expect? The second he knew how much he could affect you with something so simple you had already lost. Best to just get used to it.]

So I had heard. [Honestly, it didn't really look like much. Some dough and sauce and cheese? It was basically fancy bread.

But it had seemed like a good excuse to ask Noctis to come out with him.

He opened the doors for both of them, and instantly the smell of seasoning hits him and admittedly, he may close his eyes and bask in it just a little.]

[He'll never get used to it so Ezio will have a lot of fun.

The moment they step in the restaurant, Noctis sighs happily- yep. That's the smell of the pizza. And he's probably too excited about something simple like that.]

Apparently, it was just dough, tomato sauce and olive oil years and years ago. Now you can put whatever you want on it.

[He turns towards the menu, eyes quickly scanning what they have to offer.]

Huh. We can make it half-half. Half of what you want, half of what I want. [He's too busy compiling ingredients in his head to notice that the person behind the counter is squinting at him for "calling the shots" when he's with a Dom.]

[It smells like home, right down to the scent of herbs and tomato sauce, and for a moment it's easy to forget that he isn't back in Italy.

But the sound of Noctis speaking draws him out of it and -]

So it was just fancy bread.

[Italians are very serious about their food, okay.

Pursuing the menu doesn't get him very far, considering.]

I have never done this before. You choose.

[There's a very distinct look being sent at the person behind the counter because honestly, he doesn't give a single fuck how Noctis acts when he's out with him - just like it's in Leonardo's contract that he can do whatever he wants.]

[Luckily, the ingredients are still familiar so nothing weird will go in their food.]

What do you like to eat? I'll have, let's see, make that two types of cheese, extra pepperoni and bacon. No spinach and no pineapple, yes garlic and all the seasonings. Spicy is fine.

[He looks up at the person at the counter, the back at Ezio, the back at the guy, frowning-]

Uhhh... both halves.

[Jeez, will this guy really ruin this date? He fucking hates this place.]

[Why is he absolutely not surprised at all at the lack of anything even closely resembling a vegetable?

Ezio listens as Noctis orders, glancing up at the menu board to see if there's anything he would like added -

- Only to glance back down to see the guy still staring at them. He looks at Noctis before glancing back, rolling his eyes and sighing softly.]

He has my permission to order for both of us.

[At least that seems to satisfy him, finally writing down their order and giving them their total, which Ezio pays for, more than a little eager to be done with the whole ordeal.]

I am sorry.

[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.]

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