I see you! ( he calls out with a taller, more exaggerated wave, pocketing his phone with a smile. And both of them are too stupid to realize Jonas already previously established he can, in fact, see the friend he starts to jog to.
It's prudent to hurry, since Noctis seems like he's in a rush for his companyβsomething Jonas is entirely too aware ofβso he makes record time for the thirty feet he has to cross. Closing the distance between them, fully eyeballing the exposed swath of stomach with only a meagre attempt at hiding it, Jonas whistles. )
Wow, new clothes? You lookβThey're cool. ( Ahem.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he tries again: ) Hi-iii.
[ The bottle is lowered with a slosh of the amber liquid inside, upset again when Jonas reaches his side and he's pressing it to his chest without any warning or further hello. Once he's positive the alcohol is in competent, more deserving hands, Noctis is turning to gesture broadly at the campfire behind him. ]
Hah? Theseβ [ His hand then presses to his own chest, comedically over-emphasized. ]
Old, but new here, I guess. I got a couple things back a few days ago. I told you, right? [ no ]
Here, come on... I used the blanket to claim this spot for you. Prime, closest to the fire but out of the wind. [ He reaches out, fingers briefly catching on Jonas's sleeve before he allows pinched fabric to slip free, turning to lead him to that promised seat. It's an overturned segment of bone, too curved to find purpose as a table but perfect for keeping eager caravaners off the ground. ]
( The bottle is taken mindlessly into his hands, along with a lame bag of dried fruit and nuts, which he quickly tucks away. Whatever liquor Noctis has been drinking smells like a dish of his mother's potpurri, so better than Cain's taste in whiskey and vodka.
He takes a sip immediately until his sleeve is tugged, actually humming at the pleasantβdangerousβflavour. Explains why Noctis is feeling himself right now, smiling at him easily. God, he's sweet... maybe he ought to drink a little faster to catch up.
The bone is shockingly comfortable; he sat on another one like this the other night, but this one is scooped a little to cradle them together before the fire. )
Wow, that is great... I, uh... It's "our" spot, right? Like, you want some of the blanket, too? ( Phrases it with an "obviously" tone to inspire Noctis to sit beside him when he sinks down and flaps the blanket open. ) "Fire, man's great equalizer."
You know, I never really did this much as a kid. The whole... sitting by a campfire thing. Or camping in general.
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It's prudent to hurry, since Noctis seems like he's in a rush for his companyβsomething Jonas is entirely too aware ofβso he makes record time for the thirty feet he has to cross. Closing the distance between them, fully eyeballing the exposed swath of stomach with only a meagre attempt at hiding it, Jonas whistles. )
Wow, new clothes? You lookβThey're cool. ( Ahem.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he tries again: ) Hi-iii.
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Hah? Theseβ [ His hand then presses to his own chest, comedically over-emphasized. ]
Old, but new here, I guess. I got a couple things back a few days ago. I told you, right? [ no ]
Here, come on... I used the blanket to claim this spot for you. Prime, closest to the fire but out of the wind. [ He reaches out, fingers briefly catching on Jonas's sleeve before he allows pinched fabric to slip free, turning to lead him to that promised seat. It's an overturned segment of bone, too curved to find purpose as a table but perfect for keeping eager caravaners off the ground. ]
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He takes a sip immediately until his sleeve is tugged, actually humming at the pleasantβdangerousβflavour. Explains why Noctis is feeling himself right now, smiling at him easily. God, he's sweet... maybe he ought to drink a little faster to catch up.
The bone is shockingly comfortable; he sat on another one like this the other night, but this one is scooped a little to cradle them together before the fire. )
Wow, that is great... I, uh... It's "our" spot, right? Like, you want some of the blanket, too? ( Phrases it with an "obviously" tone to inspire Noctis to sit beside him when he sinks down and flaps the blanket open. ) "Fire, man's great equalizer."
You know, I never really did this much as a kid. The whole... sitting by a campfire thing. Or camping in general.