[He's perhaps a bit too well-versed in this sort of thing. Call it an intellectual fascination with how the human body worked. Needless to say, he could name every single muscle and nerve group, along with all 206 bones. So when he sees that little head roll and hears that joint release, he nods.
He's very gentle, doesn't push fingers in without warming up the muscle tissue first. And his hands are very warm. It's basically him sort of gently kneading Noct's shoulder for a bit.]
[He takes one of the glasses Ignis brings back and takes a sip. He will need it for this.
Noctis was tense for a moment, but when Ignis' fingers found that exact spot that's been stiff since yesterday morning, he almost melted under the touch. There was a soft curse and a sigh of relief.]
[He doesn't take that drink away yet, but if he knows his friend (and he definitely does) Noctis will probably fall asleep not ten minutes into this. The boy was like a cat. He could sleep anywhere. So he'll just keep an eye on him. If he dozes off, Ignis will grab that glass before it spills.
He's keeping things utterly professional, over the shirt touches only. But he can't help the fond little smile on his lips when Noct curses and sighs.]
[Noct doesn't plan on falling asleep without finishing off his drink, that's for sure. It is tempting, though, with how Ignis is working his muscles without leaving a feeling of crushing his bones. He groans, tilting his head to the side,]
By Shiva's frozen tit, where did you learn this?!
[He thought he'd need a drink to go through this massage thing but damn it if it doesn't feel amazing.]
[Noct is not sure if he's dizzy from the drinks he's been downing or from how good this massage feels. Either way, he takes one last sip and clumsily leaves the glass on coffee table, giving his best not to move from the position he's currently in.]
How... how do you, ah, learn massaging like this in goddamn first aid class!?
Because a proper therapeutic massage can't be done without knowledge of the body and its systems. First aid isn't just about putting a band-aid on a boo-boo, you realize.
[Now that the trapezius is warmed up, Ignis feels a bit more comfortable trying to manipulate the levator scapulae. He increases the pressure slowly, giving Noctis ample opportunity to tell him to stop.]
I thought... that was learned at some school or something...
[Noct's head is tipped forward. Seriously, Ignis might be the only one to get a positive reaction out of him with a massage. He doesn't feel any pain- the feeling of his muscles popping feels really good. Maybe the alcohol is diluting some of the pain, but he doesn't give a damn.]
If I wanted to get a license and do this professionally, then yes. As it is, I feel my talents are best kept here, on the talented amateur level.
[Now that Noct's head is forward and down, he uses his access to get at the spinalis capitis. There will be no more complaints of a sore neck under his watch, thank you very much!]
Yeah, no, this is exclusive. Only I get your massages.
[And only Ignis can massage him if he needs it. Mostly to relieve the pressure and loose some knots in his neck from all the naps he has at unforeseen places.]
[For all that Ignis puts forth a certain clinical, cool detachment, hearing Noctis say 'this is exclusive' makes his heart skip a beat, and his fingers tighten just a little. Not enough to cause any discomfort, but still there. He's only human, after all.]
If you wish to nap, I won't discourage you.
[Mainly so Noct doesn't spend the night drinking his body weight in vodka. Ignis can tidy up, put away the alcohol, and be godsdamned thankful that this wasn't as disastrous as he'd feared.]
[Noctis doesn't notice the subtle pressure considering he has no idea how massages should go. You need to be less secretive for him to catch on, Specs.]
What? No... no sleeping. I invited you over. To drink. You barely had any drinks.
[Ugh. That's the whole point, Noctis. Secret to the grave, remember? But he makes a sour face, and does indeed pour himself a bit more. Mainly tomato juice. If massages are happening, he needs to keep himself cognizant. ...Mostly.]
And I came over to make sure you didn't do anything foolish. We're apparently working at cross-purposes.
Good. He's drinking. Noctis doesn't mind that it's mostly tomato juice, he figures Ignis is just weird like that, liking the tomato taste more than burning vodka.]
I'm not going to do anything foolish. [Noct snorts.] The chances of me blurting out things though- very high.
Ah? Feeling the need to confess a youthful indiscretion, highness? How much hush money will we need to cover it up?
[That is 10000% a joke, indicated by Ignis' wry tone and little smirk. The thought of Noctis doing something so bad it would require bribery to make it go away was laughable.]
Prompto's the one with the camera. I'd suspect him of secret paparazzo tendencies, if I were you. Now hold still, I'm not done with your shoulders.
[What on Eos could Noct want to confess to him? He was already thinking up nineteen different scenarios, from a missed cell phone payment to something world-endingly dire. Fortunately, he had a plan of action for all nineteen.]
[There's a moment where he tries to parse that. Sometimes keeping up with Noct's train of thought is like trying to keep up when he warps. Impossible, frustrating, and embarrassing to try. But...angels fear, fools dare, etc.]
...A clarification? You don't think it's a good idea to have purchased said thing? Or it's not a good idea to subsequently gift it?
[Don't worry yourself Ignis, Noct is quite tipsy compared to when they first texted. Keeping up with him now is impossible for Noct himself.]
The second one. [There's a brief pause before a loud sigh,] I mean- I know you like to drink coffee? But are you that interested in coffee? I wanted to buy a huge cooking book but then I had a feeling it would mean 'hey you! You will be my cook forever!" Which is not true! You're my advisor. You cook for me because I might set this place on fire by accident, but that's not your main job... [he trails off.]
[Yeeeeeah. Ignis actually pauses the massage, and has to blink to himself a few times. He even adjusts his glasses. Then he sits back down next to Noctis, a small frown on his face.]
Am...I to believe that this inadvisable gift you've purchased...is for me?
[They'll address the rest of all that stuff in a bit. Right now he's trying to figure out exactly what in the name of Leviathan's left flipper is going on here.]
[As Ignis sits down, Noctis stands up. And wobbles a bit.]
Yeah! I saw this great set on coffee making and beans and shit and I thought- hey! Specs could open a coffee shop! Make coffee, sell pastries... mmm... pastries... [he tiptoes off to his room, leaving the door open. He's then back with a thick-cover, two tomes series on coffee.]
[As Noct leaves the room, Ignis pulls his glasses off and rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. Not out of annoyance, though. He's actually touched beyond words, and is trying to collect himself. And when Noct brings back those books, he uses a moment to flip through glossy pages to make sure his voice doesn't crack.]
...I actually do enjoy coffee this much. These are wonderful. Thank you, Noctis. Although I have no intention of going into business for myself. I still cannot recreate your Tenebrae pastry, after all.
[In his tipsy state, Noctis can't gauge whether Ignis is saying this because he really means it or because he got a gift and is just polite. This is that stupid shit about his closest person becoming his advisor- he can't tell shit anymore about him.
Noct plops down next to him as Ignis goes through pages.]
For that one pastry, you can make ten others. I'll gladly take those.
[Gods. Why did he agree to join the Crownsguard? Yes, fine, he's been groomed for it since he was old enough to remember. There was no life before Noctis, not in his vast memory. But for a split second, he'd throw it all away to be meeting him for the first time, without any baggage...or royal duties standing between them.]
Is that your hint that you want me to make another batch of the Duscaen orange cake? You needn't buy me expensive gifts to get that. Again, you need only ask.
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yas thank you! i loathe captcha
[He's perhaps a bit too well-versed in this sort of thing. Call it an intellectual fascination with how the human body worked. Needless to say, he could name every single muscle and nerve group, along with all 206 bones. So when he sees that little head roll and hears that joint release, he nods.
He's very gentle, doesn't push fingers in without warming up the muscle tissue first. And his hands are very warm. It's basically him sort of gently kneading Noct's shoulder for a bit.]
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Noctis was tense for a moment, but when Ignis' fingers found that exact spot that's been stiff since yesterday morning, he almost melted under the touch. There was a soft curse and a sigh of relief.]
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He's keeping things utterly professional, over the shirt touches only. But he can't help the fond little smile on his lips when Noct curses and sighs.]
That's it, just relax.
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By Shiva's frozen tit, where did you learn this?!
[He thought he'd need a drink to go through this massage thing but damn it if it doesn't feel amazing.]
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I'm mainly self taught. I've watched a few videos on technique, but mainly I just paid attention in my anatomy and first aid classes.
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How... how do you, ah, learn massaging like this in goddamn first aid class!?
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[Now that the trapezius is warmed up, Ignis feels a bit more comfortable trying to manipulate the levator scapulae. He increases the pressure slowly, giving Noctis ample opportunity to tell him to stop.]
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[Noct's head is tipped forward. Seriously, Ignis might be the only one to get a positive reaction out of him with a massage. He doesn't feel any pain- the feeling of his muscles popping feels really good. Maybe the alcohol is diluting some of the pain, but he doesn't give a damn.]
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[Now that Noct's head is forward and down, he uses his access to get at the spinalis capitis. There will be no more complaints of a sore neck under his watch, thank you very much!]
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[And only Ignis can massage him if he needs it. Mostly to relieve the pressure and loose some knots in his neck from all the naps he has at unforeseen places.]
...could nap like this.
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If you wish to nap, I won't discourage you.
[Mainly so Noct doesn't spend the night drinking his body weight in vodka. Ignis can tidy up, put away the alcohol, and be godsdamned thankful that this wasn't as disastrous as he'd feared.]
sorry for the wait, family outing Dx
What? No... no sleeping. I invited you over. To drink. You barely had any drinks.
[He leans back a bit, turning his head.]
Drink, Specs. You only had one glass.
No worries at all! Hope it was fun.
And I came over to make sure you didn't do anything foolish. We're apparently working at cross-purposes.
it was family outing so it was ehh xD
Good. He's drinking. Noctis doesn't mind that it's mostly tomato juice, he figures Ignis is just weird like that, liking the tomato taste more than burning vodka.]
I'm not going to do anything foolish. [Noct snorts.] The chances of me blurting out things though- very high.
lol truth XD
[That is 10000% a joke, indicated by Ignis' wry tone and little smirk. The thought of Noctis doing something so bad it would require bribery to make it go away was laughable.]
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[A fake gasp as he turns around again to look at him-] ...Are you secretly a paparazziz..s?
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[What on Eos could Noct want to confess to him? He was already thinking up nineteen different scenarios, from a missed cell phone payment to something world-endingly dire. Fortunately, he had a plan of action for all nineteen.]
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Okay, so! As I was saying. A secret. I- bought something. For someone. But I don't think it's a good idea. What do you think?
[...yeah. Asking for an opinion on the object he didn't even mention.]
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...A clarification? You don't think it's a good idea to have purchased said thing? Or it's not a good idea to subsequently gift it?
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The second one. [There's a brief pause before a loud sigh,] I mean- I know you like to drink coffee? But are you that interested in coffee? I wanted to buy a huge cooking book but then I had a feeling it would mean 'hey you! You will be my cook forever!" Which is not true! You're my advisor. You cook for me because I might set this place on fire by accident, but that's not your main job... [he trails off.]
I should learn how to cook.
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Am...I to believe that this inadvisable gift you've purchased...is for me?
[They'll address the rest of all that stuff in a bit. Right now he's trying to figure out exactly what in the name of Leviathan's left flipper is going on here.]
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Yeah! I saw this great set on coffee making and beans and shit and I thought- hey! Specs could open a coffee shop! Make coffee, sell pastries... mmm... pastries... [he tiptoes off to his room, leaving the door open. He's then back with a thick-cover, two tomes series on coffee.]
So like... this. [He hands it over.]
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...I actually do enjoy coffee this much. These are wonderful. Thank you, Noctis. Although I have no intention of going into business for myself. I still cannot recreate your Tenebrae pastry, after all.
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This is that stupid shit about his closest person becoming his advisor- he can't tell shit anymore about him.
Noct plops down next to him as Ignis goes through pages.]
For that one pastry, you can make ten others. I'll gladly take those.
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Is that your hint that you want me to make another batch of the Duscaen orange cake? You needn't buy me expensive gifts to get that. Again, you need only ask.
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