[ Maybe he should drink more. Maybe it would make him feel tired like he did the other night, and he can stop himself from getting so easily excited by the fantasy Jonas crafts like it isn't fundamentally relationship-changing.
He wants that. He wants to touch warm skin and kiss damp lips until they agree that the fire isn't warm enough but a shared cot would be. He wants to hear that they're both what the other wants, and to make a commitment he can wake up with tomorrow. ]
You are so... [ For the second time in a row, trying to describe Jonas ends in failure. He doesn't have to wonder why. ]
Have you even checked your messages and misfires? Oh, but I'm the big pervert out here. Yeah, sure, watch out for me, I'm– [ The joke is exaggerated with a faint grin and intentionally rolled eyes, head lolling away from him once for him to suddenly make direct eye contact with an elderly woman hunched near the bench to their right.
It's just as obvious that she's come back for a forgotten shawl as it is that her task has been halted by overhearing their conversation, a look of judgment first given to the half-buried datapad still blasting music at their feet before it's then transferred to the "pervert" Noctis himself. ]
Ah. Hey, Yranataya. Sorry if it was loud again... or... [ His words aren't even out before she's turning on her heel, that sea-green cloth wrapped over her head and blocking them both from view as she slowly shuffles away. ]
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He wants that. He wants to touch warm skin and kiss damp lips until they agree that the fire isn't warm enough but a shared cot would be. He wants to hear that they're both what the other wants, and to make a commitment he can wake up with tomorrow. ]
You are so... [ For the second time in a row, trying to describe Jonas ends in failure. He doesn't have to wonder why. ]
Have you even checked your messages and misfires? Oh, but I'm the big pervert out here. Yeah, sure, watch out for me, I'm– [ The joke is exaggerated with a faint grin and intentionally rolled eyes, head lolling away from him once for him to suddenly make direct eye contact with an elderly woman hunched near the bench to their right.
It's just as obvious that she's come back for a forgotten shawl as it is that her task has been halted by overhearing their conversation, a look of judgment first given to the half-buried datapad still blasting music at their feet before it's then transferred to the "pervert" Noctis himself. ]
Ah. Hey, Yranataya. Sorry if it was loud again... or... [ His words aren't even out before she's turning on her heel, that sea-green cloth wrapped over her head and blocking them both from view as she slowly shuffles away. ]