[Noctis loves his father. His grumpiness when it comes to Regis stems from the illness, from the Ring that constantly drains his life, bit by a little bit. The Wall he has to hold up now is smaller than one in the past, it's true, but that doesn't mean that there are no consequences. And Noctis hates it. Hates to see that his father is ready to walk to his death sentence like that, so soon, and that he can't do anything about it. Because Regis is... doing it for him. And the rest of the Crown City.
His lips quirk in an amused smile] Really? Apparently, Mrs. Borrous forgot pot on the kitchen stove and half of their East Wing caught fire. [Noctis is overexaggerating, only the stove caught fire, but he always does it. For the shock effect.
The real shock, however, comes from what Ignis says. Chancellor from Niflheim? Noctis felt his stomach fall through the ground.]
That... doesn't sound good. [Noctis takes a sip of the coffee, feeling it kick his brain into gear. Huh, so that's why Ignis drinks it so much.] I mean, peace- that sounds good. But Niflheim suggesting it? That sounds fishy.
[Ignis knows that servant. Wasn't she the one who (in her youth) chased Noctis down regarding this vegetables? There are a few things he'll likely never forget- one of them being the looks of horror on both a very small Noctis' face, as well as her own when the prince warped to avoid her, over and over.
But that was almost 15 years ago. He tuts, faintly concerned. Sorry, Noctis. Probably not the response you were looking for.]
I do wish she'd see a physician. She is forgetting quite a lot as of late, but insists on serving your father until she cannot any longer.
[Poor Regis too. Still grimacing through her pea soup. But, more importantly.]
The details aren't known yet. It's set to be discussed by the ruling council within a few hours. I imagine his highness is viewing it first.
[It did. He couldn't fathom why they'd press for peace now. Still. Pondering what they didn't know wouldn't help. He only takes a small sip of his coffee, bringing his eyes back to Noctis.]
[Noct shrugs since, yeah, it wasn't the response he expected but Ignis did have a point. He likes the woman and her patience but he'd also appreciate if she didn't get herself hurt.]
Maybe we suggest she doesn't do stuff in the kitchen anymore?
[His minds goes back to what Ignis told him and he sighs, frown etching between his brows.]
I don't know, Iggy. This doesn't feel good... [Noct mutters and turns to stare outside- as if he'll magically get the answers from the Citadel that's standing still in the distance.]
[Ignis looks around the mostly-vacant coffee shop. At finding no-one looking their way, he moves his hand across the table to lightly rest on the other's. It stays there for a few seconds, before he moves it- pretending to adjust Noctis' sleeve. That way, he could keep the closeness, but look mostly unassuming in case any eyes wandered their way.
He disregards the conversation about the servant. Not out of a lack of caring, just of prioritisation. That, and he really doesn't like the look of that frown.]
[The small, warm touch on top of his hand gets Noctis to look at Ignis. And give him a small smile. He dearly wishes to turn his hand and clasp it closed over the other, but that would get too much attention.
Noctis shakes his head, sighing.]
No, it's fine. It's better that we're out.
[He'd feel locked up if he were in the apartment. With his other hand, he picks up the toast and crunches on it slowly, thanking whatever it is out there that he has Ignis with him right now.]
[It would. He can only really feign fiddling with the other's sleeve for so long- and eventually has to withdraw his hand. He follows it up though, by moving a perfectly polished boot underneath the table, to lightly press against the side of Noctis' sneaker.]
It may not be any different to any threat they've made over the last decade. We should not concern ourselves overmuch with it until we know what it is.
[He moves the mug to his lips again, his gaze moving out of the window.]
You're right, [Noctis nods as he finishes off his toast. Just thinking about it and worrying won't help much. Well, at all, actually. It will just put both of them in a bad mood and Noct doesn't want that.
The discreet touches are more than welcome and lift his mood considerably.]
We will. Until then, [Noct raises his mug with coffee and takes a generous sip. He always feels like he can take on the world if he's with Ignis. Which is ridiculous, Ignis isn't a God, but- he might as well be in Noct's eyes.]
What do you want to do today? [They certainly can't spend the entire day at this coffee shop, no matter how cozy it is.]
[They certainly can't. Especially when he's already perceived that the owner seems to have emerged from the back, is being whispered to by the woman that served them, and is looking toward them.
He's certain they haven't seen anything untoward. Of course not. It's more than likely the realization of who the shorter man is underneath that hat.
He turns his gaze back to Noctis.]
If your head is feeling better, we could visit the cat cafe. If not, we could simply drive. But Noct, it's really your decision.
[It was only matter of time when the owners would recognize him, even with disguise. Hopefully, they aren't fanatics or media hungry to call magazines over. That would dampen the mood further.
At the mention of cat cafe though, Noctis perks up-]
Oh yeah! We can definitively go to the cat cafe! I bet Tux misses me, [Noct laughs. And Tux is shorter for -tuxedo- and one fluffy black cat with a white line on the middle and white paws. Properly dressed cat.]
[Hopefully they wouldn't get any ideas about taking photographs. While the fact that the crown prince of Lucis, apparently, was a fan of their toast would probably make them substantially busier, there's propriety to think of.
Just to be sure, he glances again toward the counter before checking his phone. He can't help but soften his gaze considerably at the mention of Tuxedo as he looks to his device. Such a sweet cat.]
They should open shortly. I'll book us a table for a few hours.
[And honestly, it would be worth it just to see Noctis attempt to follow the cat through the series of tunnels installed in the cafe.]
[Noctis nods and shoves the last piece of toast in his mouth and dusts off his hands.]
Sounds great to me. [Then he tugs the cap a bit more forward as he finishes off his drink and gets up-] Let's go before they call the press...
[He waits for Ignis to get up to follow after him. Noctis can't tell why, but he feels way safer when Ignis is leading in these public places. Especially when people become aware of who he is.]
We should buy some treats to bring with us... [he muses aloud.]
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His lips quirk in an amused smile] Really? Apparently, Mrs. Borrous forgot pot on the kitchen stove and half of their East Wing caught fire. [Noctis is overexaggerating, only the stove caught fire, but he always does it. For the shock effect.
The real shock, however, comes from what Ignis says. Chancellor from Niflheim? Noctis felt his stomach fall through the ground.]
That... doesn't sound good. [Noctis takes a sip of the coffee, feeling it kick his brain into gear. Huh, so that's why Ignis drinks it so much.] I mean, peace- that sounds good. But Niflheim suggesting it? That sounds fishy.
I wonder what they want in return...
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But that was almost 15 years ago. He tuts, faintly concerned. Sorry, Noctis. Probably not the response you were looking for.]
I do wish she'd see a physician. She is forgetting quite a lot as of late, but insists on serving your father until she cannot any longer.
[Poor Regis too. Still grimacing through her pea soup. But, more importantly.]
The details aren't known yet. It's set to be discussed by the ruling council within a few hours. I imagine his highness is viewing it first.
[It did. He couldn't fathom why they'd press for peace now. Still. Pondering what they didn't know wouldn't help. He only takes a small sip of his coffee, bringing his eyes back to Noctis.]
I'll find out. It's best not to worry quite yet.
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Maybe we suggest she doesn't do stuff in the kitchen anymore?
[His minds goes back to what Ignis told him and he sighs, frown etching between his brows.]
I don't know, Iggy. This doesn't feel good... [Noct mutters and turns to stare outside- as if he'll magically get the answers from the Citadel that's standing still in the distance.]
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He disregards the conversation about the servant. Not out of a lack of caring, just of prioritisation. That, and he really doesn't like the look of that frown.]
Would you prefer we returned? I don't mind.
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Noctis shakes his head, sighing.]
No, it's fine. It's better that we're out.
[He'd feel locked up if he were in the apartment. With his other hand, he picks up the toast and crunches on it slowly, thanking whatever it is out there that he has Ignis with him right now.]
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It may not be any different to any threat they've made over the last decade. We should not concern ourselves overmuch with it until we know what it is.
[He moves the mug to his lips again, his gaze moving out of the window.]
But whatever it is, Noct, we'll face it together.
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The discreet touches are more than welcome and lift his mood considerably.]
We will. Until then, [Noct raises his mug with coffee and takes a generous sip. He always feels like he can take on the world if he's with Ignis. Which is ridiculous, Ignis isn't a God, but- he might as well be in Noct's eyes.]
What do you want to do today? [They certainly can't spend the entire day at this coffee shop, no matter how cozy it is.]
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He's certain they haven't seen anything untoward. Of course not. It's more than likely the realization of who the shorter man is underneath that hat.
He turns his gaze back to Noctis.]
If your head is feeling better, we could visit the cat cafe. If not, we could simply drive. But Noct, it's really your decision.
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At the mention of cat cafe though, Noctis perks up-]
Oh yeah! We can definitively go to the cat cafe! I bet Tux misses me, [Noct laughs. And Tux is shorter for -tuxedo- and one fluffy black cat with a white line on the middle and white paws. Properly dressed cat.]
Are they open yet?
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Just to be sure, he glances again toward the counter before checking his phone. He can't help but soften his gaze considerably at the mention of Tuxedo as he looks to his device. Such a sweet cat.]
They should open shortly. I'll book us a table for a few hours.
[And honestly, it would be worth it just to see Noctis attempt to follow the cat through the series of tunnels installed in the cafe.]
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Sounds great to me. [Then he tugs the cap a bit more forward as he finishes off his drink and gets up-] Let's go before they call the press...
[He waits for Ignis to get up to follow after him. Noctis can't tell why, but he feels way safer when Ignis is leading in these public places. Especially when people become aware of who he is.]
We should buy some treats to bring with us... [he muses aloud.]