"Yeah... They're on Sikalina more often than not. Tall, red, real pretty... sorta feline. Hard to miss so if you go planetside you'll see 'em." Pay no mind to the fact that Nyx has never described anyone as pretty before, always favoring cruder language because of the reactions it gets from people.
"Maybe next time I head over I'll bring you with me. They need all the help they can get trying to restore things in Sikalina proper."
But he sighs, nods, carefully disentangles himself from the younger man. He pauses to lean over the couch, pressing a soft kiss to Noctis' lips, trying not to think about the fact that he'd been kissing Ardyn not an hour ago. "Yeah. You get some sleep. Tch- I need a drink." He stays just long enough to make sure Noctis is situated before he drifts across the large open space, putting the bowl and mug in the sink, pulling a bottle from the fridge, circling back around to drop into a chair across from Noct. He's still not willing to leave him alone, even with the potion, but he can let the kid rest while he tries to-
Think?
Not think?
He doesn't fucking know what to do any more. It's not until he's on the third bottle that he remembers that drinking was definitely supposed to be on the list of ways not to deal with shit.
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"Maybe next time I head over I'll bring you with me. They need all the help they can get trying to restore things in Sikalina proper."
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He might have said more, but he's interrupted by a yawn. "Right now, though, unless you're gonna make me eat anything else, I'm gonna crash."
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But he sighs, nods, carefully disentangles himself from the younger man. He pauses to lean over the couch, pressing a soft kiss to Noctis' lips, trying not to think about the fact that he'd been kissing Ardyn not an hour ago. "Yeah. You get some sleep. Tch- I need a drink." He stays just long enough to make sure Noctis is situated before he drifts across the large open space, putting the bowl and mug in the sink, pulling a bottle from the fridge, circling back around to drop into a chair across from Noct. He's still not willing to leave him alone, even with the potion, but he can let the kid rest while he tries to-
Think?
Not think?
He doesn't fucking know what to do any more. It's not until he's on the third bottle that he remembers that drinking was definitely supposed to be on the list of ways not to deal with shit.