[Noctis has to roll his eyes at the cheesy line. It's awful. The only good thing about all of his is the fact that the fabric of Gladio's pants is soft and nice to lean his head against. Unfortunately that doesn't last too long because he feel the leash attached to his collar. It's not the first time he's worn something like that, but the whole situation just makes everything... different.
He's not sure if it's a good type of different or a bad one just yet.
He crawls up onto the couch and into his shield--prince....master's (???) lap. He kisses him back nice and slow. It's a distraction more than anything. He's trying to draw it out. He knows he's supposed to say something in response. What was the line, again? ]
What did you have in mind, your majesty?
[Was that the line? Oh well, it would have to be good enough.]
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He's not sure if it's a good type of different or a bad one just yet.
He crawls up onto the couch and into his shield--prince....master's (???) lap. He kisses him back nice and slow. It's a distraction more than anything. He's trying to draw it out. He knows he's supposed to say something in response. What was the line, again? ]
What did you have in mind, your majesty?
[Was that the line? Oh well, it would have to be good enough.]