[ okay, we can get into word technicalities later, ignis. the brattiest brat prince is still trying to sleep. :| even with the sheets tugged off his sprawled out form.
noctis scrubs his hands over his face, making the shorter strands of hair normally hanging over his forehead stick up straight. it might be a little bit more adorable if he wasn't already sulking. it's not very regal of him and he knows this but that has never stopped him from waking up in such a manner anyway.
sorry, iggy.
looking over his shoulder, he takes a second to appreciate the way the blankets just settle almost perfectly – would have been perfect if he wasn't still sitting on the edge of the bed like a useless potato. time to stand up. that takes less effort, at least, being young with bones that aren't creaky and also being in need of food.
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noctis scrubs his hands over his face, making the shorter strands of hair normally hanging over his forehead stick up straight. it might be a little bit more adorable if he wasn't already sulking. it's not very regal of him and he knows this but that has never stopped him from waking up in such a manner anyway.
sorry, iggy.
looking over his shoulder, he takes a second to appreciate the way the blankets just settle almost perfectly – would have been perfect if he wasn't still sitting on the edge of the bed like a useless potato. time to stand up. that takes less effort, at least, being young with bones that aren't creaky and also being in need of food.
he yawns. ]
What's for breakfast?