[ Nyx woke up with a groan, rolled over onto his stomach and tried to remember what day it was and if he had any duties today. He slowly realized he didn't remember much from last night either, until he opened his eyes and saw words written on his arm...
Ignis. Ikea. AM.
They were written surprisingly neat along one of his line tattoos, funnily enough. And they were enough to jog his memory. Right, furniture shopping with Ignis. How did he get talked into doing that? Well it wasn't so much talked into as forced into, he realized. Ignis seemed to be good at that.
As he sat up he had another look around his room, was it really that bad? Okay, it was. It was really empty considering how long he had been living here. And he knew why, it still felt like a temporary thing. When he'd first moved in here, he thought it was going to be for maybe one or two years, and then everything would be alright and he could move back to Galahd. Except, well, that never happened, did it? And now they were 10+ years along, and counting.
It was time to do something about it.
So he cleaned himself up, found something to measure the room with, texted Ignis with where he would be waiting for him and headed out to meet him. ]
Edited (( cont from https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/5457959.html?thread=2394821671#cmt2394821671 )) 2019-01-06 09:57 (UTC)
I have been watching all of the marie kondo for this express purpose
[Ignis couldn't help the fact that he'd been so vocal about Nyx's living conditions. He couldn't help but be vaguely horrified, in a not-so-small respect, about the fact that a Glaive- of all people- lived in such a way.
His interest, when he was busy already and didn't have to be interested besides that, had originally been because of the king. A few months ago, he'd actually seen the king for the first time in perhaps a year as he passed in the Citadel, and had found it difficult to recognize the man. He was now entirely grey, lined and wrinkled- walked with a stick beside that, and seemed like he was frailer than a man 30 years older than his 50 years should have any right to be.
It was the Wall, he knew it- but he'd had to stay silent about it as Regis had looked to him at the meeting, and asked how Noctis was. Regis was not even close to being his father. Ignis would not have even half the audacity it would require to see him as anything close- yet actions spoke for themselves. He had been raised alongside Noctis since he was a child, never far away. And of course he'd cared for the man. Proximity had dictated that. The fact he'd been so young had dictated that. Ignis had found himself scared, uncharacteristically so, by the sight of him now. It'd brought forward what he'd always considered far, far away- that Regis would die, and that Noctis would have to allow the Crystal to siphon his own life away instead.
Stating anything but what Regis had asked for was unthinkable. But he had to do something. Although he couldn't do anything for him directly, had decided that he'd add favours for the Kingsglaive to his list of things to do. It made sense, at least at the time. If he could do what he could for them, they'd have more time to focus on their task- the king- without distraction. If he helped them, they could better help him.
And then there was Nyx.
What had started as odd favours here and there- carrying written letters, supplying the occasional drink while passing- even questioning why exactly such a capable soldier was placed on gate duty quite so much in council meetings had changed- mostly due to the fact Nyx had actually helped him with training. That, and he wasn't as unapproachable as most Glaives. Professional, of course, but he seemed kind as well.
It was for that reason he'd actually visited him, with another handful of letters, and actually seen his living conditions.
And for that reason he'd met him, here, just shy of the main fountain plaza in his own car- not even slightly as impressive as Noctis' own- but still a distinctive step above other things on the road. He pulls over by the fountain, exiting the car and checked his phone- going through no small number of work-related emails as he waited.]
[ With a car like that it isn't hard to find Ignis, and Nyx can't help but think this is one of the main perks of involving himself with people close to the royal family, nice cars. ]
Good morning. [ He calls politely to get his attention away from the small screen. Nyx himself has a phone for work reasons, but he never really does much with it other than texting, it's not something he grew up with like the Insomnia kids did and so he never understood how some people can be glued to theirs.
Today he's dressed in casual clothes, since walking about in his Kingsglaive garb at Ikea would attract too much attention, he's sure. But casual with Nyx doesn't mean baggy, it means tight shirts showing of his chest. Whether he does this on purpose or not is up to interpretation.
He gestures at the car. ]
You think the flatpacks'll fit in this? Because I've heard many legends that one does not simply walk into Ikea without coming back out with a car full of stuff they didn't came for.
i will! aside from her comments on books. that's just wrong.
[Nice cars indeed. While his certainly wasn't half as flashy as Noctis' own, or as stately as anything like the Regalia, he still (silently) found himself grateful that after driving those things, he'd not been expected to go back to anything commercially available. Because that... would more than likely be impossible, all considered.
He raises his head when Nyx calls, placing his phone in his jacket pocket and looking to him. He's not unguarded enough- even now- to be taken aback at the way Nyx looked as a person and not a Glaive- but it is surprising to see anything but black on him. Surprised or not, he smiles.]
I do hope so. With all respect, I imagine we'll have to purchase quite a few things in order to make your apartment comfortable.
[Small pause.]
If you've read back through our message history, you'll understand. But I feel like I should apologize for what I said. In person.
[Smaller pause.]
So, I apologize. It was not my intention to walk in on you. Or to insult you.
[ Nyx, for a moment, considers playing along and making him apologize over and over until he decides it's enough, but then he's reminded of last night and he doesn't feel like it anymore. ]
I'm sorry you had to come in and see that. I assure you it's not something that happens every week. You were... really unlucky with your timing. So please stop apologizing.
[ Somehow he's not so keen on Ignis thinking he's constantly handcuffing men to his bed, he's not like this, only rarely, really. ]
And I guess my room could do with an extra cabinet or two. It's good you shook me awake about that, because I realized I should make it feel more like a home.
[Thank goodness. That's something that even delicious Ikea food isn't worth. He slips around the car to the driver's side, and enters, indicating that Nyx could do the same on the passenger.
...Sorry Nyx. Only Noct gets the door opened for him.]
Fair point. Ah- let's not mention the gentleman. It's your prerogative for what you do in your spare time. You needn't explain.
[As he settles into the seat, fastens his seatbelt, takes the handbrake off, checks the mirrors, waits for Nyx to be in and settled, checks the mirrors again, starts the engine, and sets off, he tilts his head, slightly, his fingers drumming faintly on the gearstick before he changes gear.]
It's not my place to state what you should, or you should not do. But I can't help but find it odd, that you've been here for such a long time now, and not made an attempt to make that place better for yourself. By all means, tell me not to inquire further if you wish. But I do find it curious. It can't be comfortable.
[ Honestly Nyx would be very confused since he considers himself the number one gentleman in Insomnia, people holding open doors for him would be unsettling.
So he does take care of his own door and seatbelt, thank you.
Ignis' questions make him knit his eyebrows together for a few seconds, it's indeed a sensitive subject. But it seems easier to open up to Ignis. He couldn't do the same to the other Glaives, because most of them shared his same pain, so talking about it only seemed like attention seeking. But Ignis? He was an outsider, so it was more like explaining than complaining if he told him. ]
It did the job, you know. I moved in when I first came to the city, got the first place I could afford. I didn't mind it being small because I figured it would be temporary, I honestly thought I'd be back home by now. I thought all this trouble would be over, but... It was naive of me. The years went by far quicker than I realized.
[ He hesitates the next part, so there's a pause where his mouth just hangs open. ]
Your next question will be why I don't move, as if the king doesn't pay me enough, right? Well thing is, I still have family back home, and they need me, so anything I can spare of my wages goes to them. I don't expect you to understand, but it would be selfish to move to a more expensive place.
[The number one gentleman that will one day rescue a princess! Though nobody knows that yet. Not even Ignis. There's barely a sound from him as Nyx speaks, save for changing gear again as he joins a freeway- and the sound of the engine accelerating. Once he's comfortably traveling at speed, he lays off the gas. And he speaks- eyes still on the road.]
I understand the latter well enough. I was moved here to live with my uncle while I was prepared for my role. The Citadel shortly after that. He tells me that he does similar things with his wage.
[He states it matter-of-factly. And he is brisk about it. Because unlike Nyx, he doesn't have the attachment- even the memory- of life before the Citadel. He was too young to. The sterile environment, expressionless statues, and the urban, neon sprawl of the outside was all he'd remembered... and likewise, all he wanted.]
Regardless, whether you're here for another year or another ten, it's irresponsible to live in a manner where you're wrestling with things for the sake of sleeping. Not to the Crown, not to your family. But for you. Would they be content to see you as you are?
I assume they do considering they're all he has in that room besides a tiny tv.
[ Nyx is not quite sure what to make of Ignis' statement, the tone alone of it... Ignis is a strange person to him sometimes. ]
I... ah. [ Again lost for words. He isn't used to thinking about himself. He would literally rather throw himself at a daemon to save someone than think of his own life, after all.
And still, it's only a room, it doesn't seem important. His family will be fine with how he lives because he'll never tell them. That's the way Nyx works. No grudges, no complaints. ]
I wouldn't be in this car if I didn't want to change it. No need to still convince me. Although you do seem awfully invested in my well being.
thank every book for the joy it has given you with a huge bookcase, nyx
[If Nyx thinks anything, it might not do him any good to know that Ignis might just pick up on it. Brisk exterior regarding blood ties aside, he's a rather attentive sort!]
You serve the Crown. Beside that, you've helped me on a personal level with my training. Should I not be?
[He overtakes a van.]
If attempting to repay you is starting to concern you, you need only say. I thought something like this more effectual than coffee. Particularly as you don't seem like you have a car yourself.
[Every spare gil going to family, and all. He overtakes another few cars, before shifting into another lane.]
The Crown will be grateful you provide me with splendid Swedish furniture. Am I the only lucky Glaive or should I warn the others you're going to be doing rounds?
[ He's trying to lift the spirits here, he's very grateful with being repaid, really, so they might as well make this shopping trip fun. ]
Also, nothing wrong with walking. [ Or warping, he wants to joke, but he's afraid to offend him by making such easy use of the king's magic. ]
[ And there it already dooms up, the giant blue box that is Ikea. Even here in Insomnia it stands out like nothing else. ]
So, I was thinking I would like a bookcase at least, and they sell drying racks, right? One I can fold up if I don't need it. And I do want to have a look at the beds as well.
I doubt that on both counts. Most wouldn't entertain the thought of spending a day with someone of lower rank, let alone while doing something like furniture shopping.
[Sadly, He's hardly going to repeat that a lot of this is because he still feels he owes him from training, but the joviality isn't lost on him. He responds dryly, with only a flicker of amusement in his eyes- but it's there.
He says nothing about the comment about walking. Even if it was amusing to think of the other lugging whatever he'd got back with him. The amusement is only fleeting, though. He's serious again at the mention of what exactly Nyx hopes to get from this. ]
I believe so. I trust you've taken the adequate measurements?
Lower rank? [ Nyx, in fact, snorts at that. ] First of all I'm not in uniform, and even if I was I wouldn't care. You'll get a sir out of me if you're a captain or something, but that's about it. We're all simply men, rank makes no difference as long as you're a good person. I don't know if the others would care about ranks like this, but if they did I'd definitely have a word with them.
[ When did he get defensive of Ignis? Probably when he realized what a good guy he was, because really, he's taking him furniture shopping! He's amazing. ]
Did my best on them, even made a little drawing. [ He pulls it from his pocket to show, a small sketch of his place with some numbers scribbled here and there. Very responsible. ] I think I might have the room for a small double bed. But it has to be one you can handcuff someone to. [ He glances at Ignis as he says it, because he has decided on a side mission today, to make him laugh or at least have an amused smile grace his lips. ]
[He flicks his eyes to Nyx at the comment about rank- and then turns them back to the windowscreen. The comment is open. Far more open, far more frank than what most would willingly share. But Nyx wasn't most people. He seemed very much an entity unto himself, verbose- but not foolish with how much he shared.
As he pulls into a parking spot, he switches off the engine and accepts the drawing, eyeing it. Quite accurate. The fact he'd actually added in actual measurements to each wall would save them quite a deal of trouble.]
I must admit, I was slightly concerned that what you had taken down would be unusable. [Perhaps he'd spent a little too much time with Noctis- who, while certainly not an idiot or anything close, simply didn't have to be practical.] I'm relieved to see that is not the case. These will help us quite a lot.
[And at the commend about the bed, he can't help but linger, folding his hands on his lap after he unclips his seatbelt.]
You might prefer to invest in something for over your bed. It's much more fun.
What, you think they don't teach geometry in Galahd? [ He may not have been some miracle student, but he never had any problems with numbers and distances. He couldn't help but be quick to question Ignis' judgement either, because quite a few Insomnians liked to look at them and think of them as savages. You know, running around naked in the forest, eating things that were barely dead.
But he doesn't want to pick a fight, just, had to get it out. So he snorts and shakes his head as he takes off his seatbelt, ready to get out, but stops to look at Ignis again. ]
...What kind of something are we talking about here? You seem oddly experienced.
It's nothing to do with where you're from. Merely the fact that if I had of asked Noct to make a diagram, it would be considerably worse.
[And needless to say, he doesn't really get much time with people other than him. He moves his eyes away, sighing faintly as he moves to open his door. Awkward? Yes. But he understands, at least vaguely, the bias against the refugees. Crown City inhabitants, at large, do tend to look at anyone from beyond the wall as quite... less.
Which is a good reason why there's so many protests, and why things in the city are far from peaceful. He brings his eyes back to Nyx at the question, pausing.]
If you're taken with ensuring your [victim?] ...lover is incapable of movement, there are places that sell things which can be attached to your ceiling for usage. They're quite discreet when not being used as well. You might find it an alternative for when you tire of the headboard.
That's why the prince has you. [ Not so much picking on Noctis personally, he's too cute to be forced to do maths, that's something Nyx agrees on. Plus he respects the king a great deal, and by extent, his son. ] And since you're only my fairy god mother, I do my own drawings.
[ He gets out of the car too, and together they walk inside the building to the escalators as Nyx hopes his ears don't look as hot as they feel. ] I, er... don't think I need that sort of thing. Pretty sure I'm more of a classical guy. But they don't sell those things here, do they?
[ And as they reach the top of the escalator, there's already entire (but tiny) living rooms on display. Nyx finds himself staring at the set up, because to be honest he has never been inside a real furniture shop. Most of his stuff comes from places selling second hand things or from friends. ] You'd think someone lives here...
You'd be quite surprised. Academically, Noct is quite studious. It's practical application that he tends to struggle with. Which of course is quite understandable, given his position.
[He inclines his head slightly. Fairy Godmother is something that has probably stuck. And likely would. Forever. Still. It would be worth it for the sake of helping Nyx with the single thing the man appeared to actually need assistance with.
Nyx seemed capable. With most things. But this... it needed doing. Even if he couldn't do it for himself. As they board the escalator, he looks again at the other man- almost surprised by his colour. (And the fact that it, especially paired with casual clothes, seemed to make him look quite different to the disciplined aura he usually gave off.)
He drums his fingers, gently, on the rail as he regards him. This him.]
My apologies if I have made you uncomfortable. I assumed that given what I walked in on, that you were quite above shame with regard to apparatuses. But no. They don't.
[And they're at the top! Ignis moves, immediately, to what's important. Securing a trolley, which goes to Nyx, and a small map of the store. And of course a paper tape measure, paper for notes, and a pencil.]
It's quite a large building. I imagine it's rather easy to get lost. [A small pause. Yes, Nyx. bondage to logistics right away.] Can you estimate how many books you own?
[ Nyx feels the look, and so yes, his blush must be showing. But he pretends it doesn't bother him, keeping a cool face. ]
You really don't have to apologize for everything... I'm simply not used to talking so casually about such things in public.
[ If there is one thing he learned over the past decade, then it's that Crown city people are weird and not ashamed of anything. Also still adjusting to someone as formal looking as Ignis talking so casually about such things. ]
[ He looks down at the yellow trolley with the bag attached. And the map. And the pencil. And the paper. And the tape measure. What is going on here?? ]
Are we going on a quest? Was I supposed to bring provisions and a tent? I also think my bookcase won't fit in this bag unless it's magical. [ He lifts the flimsy over-used thing to check, not magical at all. ] But in all seriousness, why the pencil?
He doesn't. There are some in the Citadel that would view him attempting more practical things as an insult to his line, as well as a poor reflection of the conduct of his servants and attendants.
[He doesn't show it as he walks on- but that had always been quite the cause of contention. Regis himself was a humble man, despite his linage. The Ruling Council were not- despite their lack of it. But there was what was appropriate, and what was not.
He turns, abruptly to Nyx and the trolley. Ah, yes. He'd never been...]
The trolley is to cart the packaged shelving unit around before we pay for it. The bag is for anything else that might strike you as useful. One of the more interesting things about this place is no matter how disciplined you are, you will leave with more than what you came for.
The pencil... [A faint narrow of the eyes, and a faint smile.] is for me.
[A twirl of it indicates that fact. And he turns again, walking toward the bedroom section- pushing his glasses up slightly. The other thing...]
[ Nyx snorts. ] I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed any opinions on that matter.
[ His eyes wander to the trolley again, still not convinced, but return just in time to see him twirl that pencil and oh, is that a smile? Is his mission almost accomplished? Most importantly, Ignis finally seems like he's enjoying himself. ]
Why do you think so? [ He puffs his cheeks slightly as he trails behind him, Ignis has his back on him anyway. ] This is all very new, that's all. And I'm not going to buy anything I don't need.
[ Which was a lie, by the time they get to the bedroom section he's already slipped a coat hanger in the shape of a dog butt into the bag. It's cute, cheap and useful for hanging his coat, okay?
The beds have bigger price tags though, and he's checking the ones of the beds he likes carefully. ]
Are we allowed to try these? [ He asks, but is already climbing on one. ] This is already better than what I have... But you get on here too, I need second opinions.
[He didn't get one either. He turns his head to examine a sign indicating, with a big arrow, the kitchenware section. Yes, that deserved a visit. Later. But for the moment, he walks on to the bedroom section, watching Nyx as he abandons the trolley and makes himself comfortable in a little corner display of a quite nice, open room.]
Feel free- [Ah. He was already there. So he follows, deciding to test the thing by sitting on the end of it.]
The frame is nice enough, but the mattress is far too soft for my taste. Do you prefer softer or harder ones?
[ Nyx pats the space next to him, he's doing it partly to be a tease, but also because he really would like a good second opinion.
He tilts his head slightly confused at the question, he looks like a man who only just now heard there was a difference in mattresses, and that was probably because he actually was that kind of man. ]
Er... Hard? No, wait, soft. Or...
[ He has no idea, honestly. So he tries to lighten the mood by patting the metal frame headboard. ] You could handcuff someone to this, I'm sure.
[He tilts his head back and regards Nyx over his shoulder as the elder seems to be attempting to gauge what sort of mattress it was for himself. He can't help but smile, even faintly, as he moves to his feet to comply.
And. Soon enough, he's lying on the other side of it - turned to face him. Cosy indeed. And it's not like he cares what any passers-by might think. So. He keeps his eyes on Nyx's face, raising his hand, wrist upward, next to Nyx's own.]
Yes, but you'll have to secure them to the top rail of the headboard. It's the only one with enough room for the cuff. With that considered, you'll either have to keep your session boringly short... or have someone in a quite considerable amount of pain by the time you're quite finished.
[He pauses.]
You seem far too nice for the latter. Regardless, you'll have nowhere to secure your victim's feet with this bed. And that's half the fun.
[ Nyx turns on his side too, to face him. He might be doing it kind of to see if it would provoke any sort of reaction in Ignis. Also because he can see two employees standing by one of the information desks who're looking in their direction and seem to be talking quickly and excited. Probably they're discussing if the two of them are a couple or not.
Their opinions on the matter would probably lean towards yes, definitely if they heard the things Ignis was telling him here... ]
The feet too? That sounds advanced. I have so much to learn from you still, Ignis.
[ Now watch him push himself up and lean over Ignis to look under the bed, what do you mean he could have checked on his own side? ] It's too low to the ground too, I want something with storage. I don't have any stuff yet, but I might get some stuff I'd want to hide. You know, like handcuffs and whips and things.
What's wrong with soft though? Aren't beds supposed to be soft? [ Still leaning over Ignis, hands and knees on either side of him, he hops up and down to test the mattress. ] It doesn't have much spring to it either! I need that, it definitely helps get the job done more easily if it does
[Sadly, if Nyx is fishing, he's going to come up short. Ignis is an unflappable wall at even the most stressful of times... and this is nothing stressful at all.
If anything, it's quite nice. Even with the talking from the employees considered- because in his mind, they could think what they liked. Neither he nor Nyx were figures under public scrutiny, or even recognized here, or now.
So. He's just going to (playfully) narrow his eyes, looking into Nyx's blueish grey ones with his green.]
I am glad you seem to be reconsidering being a handcuff-only sort. You shouldn't limit yourself with regard to trying new things.
[Variety being the spice of life, and all that. But then Nyx is up, or sort of up, and- he's not going to lie, this angle is favourable. Yet.]
If you need it, we should arrange to go to other types of shop one day. Unless you're shy. [Even if he has a strong suspicion Nyx was far from it.
The bouncing, at least, causes him to move to a seated position, though still with Nyx's legs and arms at either side of him. He pushes the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose, looking over at the staff. Who now were staring.
...Time to move on.]
Come on. I'll show you one with a mattress that won't end up destroying your back.
Shy? Me? Of course, shyest Glaive there is. [ He's not going to keep on handling this bondage talk like a blushing rookie. He trusts Ignis not to talk, but he's still part of the crownsguard, who knows what rumors could be spread to ruin his image. ] We can go to one of those shops, because I'm sure it would be beneficial to go with you, I bet you have a great discount loyalty card.
[ And yet, his little act still didn't result in any laughter out of Ignis. He is a tricky one, Nyx muses to himself. He sits back again, politely on one side of Ignis this time. ] Fair enough, show me.
[Confirmed, thankfully. Relief shows in his eyes as he flicks them back to the Glaive. If anything, he's simply pleased. Skirting around things, even the most benign of anecdotes, tended to be more exhausting than what it had any right to be. That and he'd always favoured being direct.]
I imagine you'll be quite disappointed to learn that I haven't visited one for quite some time. Nowadays, my time is rather limited.
[And truthfully, it was difficult to get time off. Day or night, excepting this little trip that tended to be rather miraculous with the fact that both of them were free at the same time.
...And spending time he could be using to sleep, or just get ahead on cheap flatpack shopping...
It's not something he's hating. Or seeing, even remotely, as a waste of time.
When he moves, he lingers for a moment before rising from the bed, straightening out the folds in his trousers with a few brushes of his hands. Then, he extends it.]
This way.
[Whether Nyx takes it or not, Ignis moves past a few other beds to one indeed with storage boxes- and a headboard where the spacing is far more vertically inclined.]
I like this.
[He states, as he presses at the mattress with both hands.]
[ Nyx had to swallow some of his pride to ask the prince for this favor, but the result was worth it. His motorcycle turned out to be the kind of thing he never knew he was missing in his life. The freedom of how he could speed through traffic was completely different from the limits of a car. Not that he ever personally owned a car either, so knowing this bike was all his? Seeing his name on the ownership certificate? Yeah, it was a good feeling.
He still planned on paying Noctis back one day though, maybe save all the money and then one day simply hand it over to him. Even if he'd probably get punched over it. It was a pride thing, he didn't want people to think he was only in this to get favors from his royal highness.
The roads in Insomnia were exciting, but he still wanted to take this baby out for a spin on the dirt roads in Leide. But what's the fun in doing this on his own when he could have company? That's why he had invited Noctis, and also because he loved the idea of taking him outside of Insomnia. The prince deserved to see a bit of the world!
So that was why he was waiting in the underground parking garage beneath the Citadel. He was wearing his glaive uniform, he wanted to smuggle Noctis out by making this look like official business after all. He was leaning against his bike, checking his watch again as the prince was taking his time. He'd packed some things for the road, camping gear and a fishing rod, since he'd promised they would take some time to do just that. ]
[Nyx probably wouldn't get a punch for paying Noctis back- he'd get a glare and all kinds of grumbling and arguing and in the end Noctis would use the money to buy stuff for Nyx. Again. It's a vicious circle once you get caught up in it. Noctis seriously doesn't need money and this is the least he can do for Nyx. He knows the man will enjoy the bike to its fullest.
And bringing him along for the ride is the only thing Noct wanted. He can't ride a bike, he'd never think of it by himself and going with Nyx is the best idea ever. Seeing stuff beyond the wall was something he always wanted to do and this was a perfect chance for it.
He gets to the garage the moment he's done changing in Glaive fatigues- as a part of the disguise. He stuffed his bag with clothes and other stuff he thinks he'd need in armiger because there's no space on the bike. And they want to travel light on it.
Nyx gets a big grin when Noctis spots him after exiting the elevator. He tries not to look so excited but he's failing.]
[ Why is Nyx getting stuck in vicious circles with both Noctis and Ignis? Insomnians can be so weird.
Either way, Nyx stands up when he sees Noctis coming, and kind of freezes as he watches him come closer. That uniform looks ridiculously good on him, like it suddenly turned him into a man. Nyx swallows and wets his lips at the sight. ]
Ready for you? Always.
[ He takes the last few steps to meet him and rests his hand on his waist to greet him. He would kiss him, but he's sure there's security cameras here, and it's probably already bad enough he's about to kidnap the prince out of the city. Better not get caught kissing him on those. Instead he takes a moment to admire him from this close as well. ]
You look really good like this. You should wear official clothes more often.
[Such is the life and destiny of Nyx Ulric. He better accept it.
Now that brings out even a wider smile from Noctis and he really wants to tackle him in this damned parking lot and kiss the life out of him. Instead, he just leans a bit into the hold, indulging the moment. It will probably have people squinting at security cameras but unless it's outright "scandalous" Noctis doesn't care.]
Ignis tells me that too. As well as 80% of the Council. Something about being presentable, [Noctis rolls his eyes.]
Doesn't help with laying low in town though. Anyway! [He turns to the big with a grin.] Let's go already! We need to get this monster loose.
I don't care about the presentable part, I care about how it accentuates those sexy hips of yours.
[ He turns to the motorbike too, putting his arm around Noct's shoulders and gesturing at it with his other as if he was revealing a masterpiece. ] Wait until you feel this beast between your legs. [ Nyx already gets on, swinging his leg over it, and pats the space behind him. ] Come on, hop on.
[Noctis raises his eyebrows and glances down at the pants. They... are actually good. Noctis doesn't pay attention to that kind of stuff, but when Nyx brings it up he becomes curious.]
Well, it seems I'll wear the pants more often, [he grins.
And then he outright laughs at that innuendo and very eagerly takes a seat behind him, wrapping his hands around Nyx's waist. He raises for just a second to say,] I prefer different beast between my legs, but this'll do- [ and then finally settles down for the ride.]
You must. [ Of course mostly so Nyx will be able to take them off as soon as possible.
They're not leaving just yet, first he turns to Noctis to put a helmet on him, better be safe, but also extra disguise. ]
Just for the record, I asked the captain to write me an official Glaive business order to leave the city without too much trouble at the gates. [ Which he will owe him one for, of course, but he'll deal with that. ] And if anyone asks, your name is now Crowe. Just don't take the helmet off. [ It's taking all his effort not to snicker as he says it, but he had to pick Crowe! She's the only one with the slim build that could pass for Noctis.
He doesn't leave the prince any time to argue it though, he revs up the engine and takes of, out of the underground parking and onto the Insomnian streets. He weaves easily into traffic, passing by any car that's going too slow for his liking, he takes the quickest route to get them out of here. ]
[Well if Nyx really likes it so much, Noctis doesn't see why he wouldn't wear them. It's not that they are uncomfortable- they are really comfy in fact- but too formal for Noctis, who tries to keep it on the down low.
But he can put them on for him.
With an excited grin, he puts the helmet on, clasping it securely underneath his chin.]
Crowe? The one that wields magic like it's nothing? Huh. You made me ten times cooler.
[If only he could cast magic like Crowe. She's pretty cool. If Nyx thought he'd be able to tease him with this, he's wrong. And yes, Noctis knows all the glaives and roster and their abilities. He doesn't want to disappoint and make them think like he has no interest.
His hands are wrapped tightly around Nyx' middle and he has the urge to WHOOP loudly when they get on the streets. But- he has to keep quiet. Until they get out. He is laughing like an idiot though, a sound that bike's engine keeps nicely covered.]
Nyx was pretty excited about meeting up with Prompto for their so called date. He wasn't sure where this would lead, but the kid was pretty cute and seemed fun to spend time with, even if he threw cheese at his head.
He'd even brought some things from his fridge as promised, but he cheated a little and stopped by a grocery store to pick up some extra options. He didn't exactly want their sandwiches to suck, Prompto would probably take it personally somehow, and he wanted him to have a good time and not feel insecure about their dinner.
Funnily enough he actually knew where he lived, as a Kingsglaive he was part of prince Noctis' security, and that included being briefed on who his friends were. So he knew the general area of where Prompto's house was, and he only needed to ask a friendly neighbor to be directed to the exact one.
Prompto was both excited and nervous for their not-date. Mostly nervous. His stomach had been doing backflips all day. He had also hit up the grocery store to make the contents of his fridge look a little less sick even though he couldn't really afford it. He couldn't even afford to pay for the heating - he just hoped the house wouldn't get too cold for Nyx because that would be mortifying.
He was plenty warm enough right now given that he had dressed in his chocobo hoodie as promised. He had also spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to get his hair to go just right - all he had succeeded in doing was making it look more like a chocobo's butt than normal.
The doorbell sent him into a mini panic. He checked his hair one last time, adjusted his hoodie, and ensured his wrist was covered before taking a deep breath to calm himself. He headed to the door and pulled it open, a wide smile on his face. "Hey! You made it! Come on in!"
Nyx raised his eyebrows as he saw Prompto wasn't kidding and was indeed wearing a chocobo hoodie. Not that he minded, it meant the boy kept his word. "I did, and you look really cute today." He smiled as he stepped inside.
"I know this isn't a date yet, but since you invited me over to your home, I thought I should bring you a thank you present." He had briefly considered flowers, but figured Prompto would be much happier with the chocobo keychain he'd found in a gift shop and which he was now holding up in a little gift bag for him. "I hope you don't have one like this yet."
The hoodie was adorable, the hood looked like a chocobo head - naturally. Who didn't want to wear a hoodie that made you look like an oversized chicken? Boring people. That was who. Prompto did not trust people who didn't like chocobos. He also owned a chocobo onesie complete with hood and feet. Not to mention a ton of chocobo related merchandise including a black chocobo plushie Noctis had won for him at the arcade that lived on his bed - affectionately named Fluffy McStuffins. Any wonder why the boy was still single? He had a slight obsession, okay.
Nyx's compliment drew a blush out of Prom that stretched to his ears. And the gift? That drew an almost inhuman squeak out of him once he accepted the gift bag and opened it up. There was still time to run, Nyx. The door was right there.
"Oh Em Gee! It's perfect! It's too cute!" He practically launched himself at Nyx to hug him. "Oh! But I didn't get you anything! I'm so dumb!"
Prompto need not worry, Nyx had nothing against chocobos. He'd probably have fun riding one too if required, he enjoyed adventurous and outdoorsy things like that.
And he could also be caught with some lil' Malbuddy merchandise himself, so, not going to judge that either. Besides, he just bought Prompto even more of the stuff. His reaction made him chuckle and grin at how adorable he was. So he had made the right choice.
The hug however was more unexpected, and Nyx nearly had the wind knocked out of him when this bullet of a boy hit him, but he recovered quick enough to put an arm around him. "I'm the guest, remember? You don't have to. Also, your cute smile is enough." He said the last part just a little softer, because he meant it.
Nyx would quickly learn that Prompto was an affectionate guy. He liked to hug people. Hell, he practically threw himself at Noct on a daily basis for hugs - that took someone who was incredibly brave or incredibly dumb.
Prompto couldn't help but blush more at Nyx's comment. Seriously, was the guy trying to make Prompto combust? Even so, he couldn't help but smile more, scrubbing at the back of his neck with his hand with a nervous laugh.
"Oh hey! Do you want something to drink? I have beer or soda or coffee? Whatever you fancy!" He moved to the counter, already pulling out his camera so he could snap a shot of the keyring with its tags on before pulling them off to attach it to his keys.
Nyx will try not to make him combust, but if he can make him blush and smile like that more, he will never stop. He follows along further inside and has a look around the living area. It's a nice size, and clean, which is impressive for a guy Prompto's age.
"No beer, you might start throwing cheese again," Nyx teases, but at the same time he thinks beer is a bad idea for their first not-a-date anyway. "Soda's good." He puts the bag with groceries on the table and watches Prompto do his thing. "Is that to show to all your online followers?"
Noctis could definitely learn a lesson or two from Prompto on how to keep his home clean - then maybe Ignis wouldn't have to do it for him and Prompto wouldn't be forced to play 'the floor is lava' but instead of lava it's trash in order to get to Noct's room.
"Heh. I promise this is a cheese throwing free zone. I learnt my lesson - never listen to Noct." Although honestly, things had worked out pretty well. Since if Prompto hadn't thrown cheese at Nyx they wouldn't be here now on a not-date because there was no way Prompto would've worked up the nerve to speak to Nyx under normal circumstances. Maybe he should listen to Noctis more often.
Prompto grabbed a couple of cans from the fridge and offered one to Nyx. "Well, I have an Instamog account that I post to. I don't have that many followers though and I think most the ones I have only follow me in the hope I'll post pics of Noct. I just like to take photos. I love having those memories, y'know? Speaking of which!" Prom instantly sidled up to Nyx's side. "Say cheese!" He leaned in and snapped a selfie of the pair of them.
Prompto might actually manage to make Noctis jealous when he tells him what the cheese throwing incident resulted in. It probably wasn't what the prince was aiming for.
Now that selfie was unexpected. "Hey, you're supposed to give fair warning for those, how do I even know you got my good side?" He reaches out to put his arm around Prompto's shoulders to pull him close. "Do it again. And I give you permission to post it to impress your followers."
And he might even sneak a little kiss to the side of Prompto's head while he's snapping away, just for the followers, of course.
Noctis would just have to learn to share Prompto. He didn't have a monopoly on Prompto's free time - as much as he liked to believe he did. It served him right for coaxing an easily swayed Prom into cheese throwing activities.
"Pretty sure you don't have a bad side," Prompto managed to stumble out, feeling a little flustered at the closeness. Said flustered feelings turned into a mini-freak out as Nyx kissed his head. That blush was back in full force. Just for the followers, of course.
"A selfie with the infamous Nyx. Everyone will be super jealous." He was going to treasure said selfie forever. "We should start making sandwiches!!"
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Ikea!
Ignis. Ikea. AM.
They were written surprisingly neat along one of his line tattoos, funnily enough. And they were enough to jog his memory. Right, furniture shopping with Ignis. How did he get talked into doing that? Well it wasn't so much talked into as forced into, he realized. Ignis seemed to be good at that.
As he sat up he had another look around his room, was it really that bad? Okay, it was. It was really empty considering how long he had been living here. And he knew why, it still felt like a temporary thing. When he'd first moved in here, he thought it was going to be for maybe one or two years, and then everything would be alright and he could move back to Galahd. Except, well, that never happened, did it? And now they were 10+ years along, and counting.
It was time to do something about it.
So he cleaned himself up, found something to measure the room with, texted Ignis with where he would be waiting for him and headed out to meet him. ]
I have been watching all of the marie kondo for this express purpose
His interest, when he was busy already and didn't have to be interested besides that, had originally been because of the king. A few months ago, he'd actually seen the king for the first time in perhaps a year as he passed in the Citadel, and had found it difficult to recognize the man. He was now entirely grey, lined and wrinkled- walked with a stick beside that, and seemed like he was frailer than a man 30 years older than his 50 years should have any right to be.
It was the Wall, he knew it- but he'd had to stay silent about it as Regis had looked to him at the meeting, and asked how Noctis was. Regis was not even close to being his father. Ignis would not have even half the audacity it would require to see him as anything close- yet actions spoke for themselves. He had been raised alongside Noctis since he was a child, never far away. And of course he'd cared for the man. Proximity had dictated that. The fact he'd been so young had dictated that. Ignis had found himself scared, uncharacteristically so, by the sight of him now. It'd brought forward what he'd always considered far, far away- that Regis would die, and that Noctis would have to allow the Crystal to siphon his own life away instead.
Stating anything but what Regis had asked for was unthinkable. But he had to do something. Although he couldn't do anything for him directly, had decided that he'd add favours for the Kingsglaive to his list of things to do. It made sense, at least at the time. If he could do what he could for them, they'd have more time to focus on their task- the king- without distraction. If he helped them, they could better help him.
And then there was Nyx.
What had started as odd favours here and there- carrying written letters, supplying the occasional drink while passing- even questioning why exactly such a capable soldier was placed on gate duty quite so much in council meetings had changed- mostly due to the fact Nyx had actually helped him with training. That, and he wasn't as unapproachable as most Glaives. Professional, of course, but he seemed kind as well.
It was for that reason he'd actually visited him, with another handful of letters, and actually seen his living conditions.
And for that reason he'd met him, here, just shy of the main fountain plaza in his own car- not even slightly as impressive as Noctis' own- but still a distinctive step above other things on the road. He pulls over by the fountain, exiting the car and checked his phone- going through no small number of work-related emails as he waited.]
Throw all of her wisdom at Nyx!
Good morning. [ He calls politely to get his attention away from the small screen. Nyx himself has a phone for work reasons, but he never really does much with it other than texting, it's not something he grew up with like the Insomnia kids did and so he never understood how some people can be glued to theirs.
Today he's dressed in casual clothes, since walking about in his Kingsglaive garb at Ikea would attract too much attention, he's sure. But casual with Nyx doesn't mean baggy, it means tight shirts showing of his chest. Whether he does this on purpose or not is up to interpretation.
He gestures at the car. ]
You think the flatpacks'll fit in this? Because I've heard many legends that one does not simply walk into Ikea without coming back out with a car full of stuff they didn't came for.
i will! aside from her comments on books. that's just wrong.
He raises his head when Nyx calls, placing his phone in his jacket pocket and looking to him. He's not unguarded enough- even now- to be taken aback at the way Nyx looked as a person and not a Glaive- but it is surprising to see anything but black on him. Surprised or not, he smiles.]
I do hope so. With all respect, I imagine we'll have to purchase quite a few things in order to make your apartment comfortable.
[Small pause.]
If you've read back through our message history, you'll understand. But I feel like I should apologize for what I said. In person.
[Smaller pause.]
So, I apologize. It was not my intention to walk in on you. Or to insult you.
What did she say about the books? :o
I'm sorry you had to come in and see that. I assure you it's not something that happens every week. You were... really unlucky with your timing. So please stop apologizing.
[ Somehow he's not so keen on Ignis thinking he's constantly handcuffing men to his bed, he's not like this, only rarely, really. ]
And I guess my room could do with an extra cabinet or two. It's good you shook me awake about that, because I realized I should make it feel more like a home.
https://twitter.com/i/events/1081177978694819841 ;x
...Sorry Nyx. Only Noct gets the door opened for him.]
Fair point. Ah- let's not mention the gentleman. It's your prerogative for what you do in your spare time. You needn't explain.
[As he settles into the seat, fastens his seatbelt, takes the handbrake off, checks the mirrors, waits for Nyx to be in and settled, checks the mirrors again, starts the engine, and sets off, he tilts his head, slightly, his fingers drumming faintly on the gearstick before he changes gear.]
It's not my place to state what you should, or you should not do. But I can't help but find it odd, that you've been here for such a long time now, and not made an attempt to make that place better for yourself. By all means, tell me not to inquire further if you wish. But I do find it curious. It can't be comfortable.
Gasp! Nobody is touching Nyx's books.
So he does take care of his own door and seatbelt, thank you.
Ignis' questions make him knit his eyebrows together for a few seconds, it's indeed a sensitive subject. But it seems easier to open up to Ignis. He couldn't do the same to the other Glaives, because most of them shared his same pain, so talking about it only seemed like attention seeking. But Ignis? He was an outsider, so it was more like explaining than complaining if he told him. ]
It did the job, you know. I moved in when I first came to the city, got the first place I could afford. I didn't mind it being small because I figured it would be temporary, I honestly thought I'd be back home by now. I thought all this trouble would be over, but... It was naive of me. The years went by far quicker than I realized.
[ He hesitates the next part, so there's a pause where his mouth just hangs open. ]
Your next question will be why I don't move, as if the king doesn't pay me enough, right? Well thing is, I still have family back home, and they need me, so anything I can spare of my wages goes to them. I don't expect you to understand, but it would be selfish to move to a more expensive place.
they bring him joy! they're fine! i hope!
I understand the latter well enough. I was moved here to live with my uncle while I was prepared for my role. The Citadel shortly after that. He tells me that he does similar things with his wage.
[He states it matter-of-factly. And he is brisk about it. Because unlike Nyx, he doesn't have the attachment- even the memory- of life before the Citadel. He was too young to. The sterile environment, expressionless statues, and the urban, neon sprawl of the outside was all he'd remembered... and likewise, all he wanted.]
Regardless, whether you're here for another year or another ten, it's irresponsible to live in a manner where you're wrestling with things for the sake of sleeping. Not to the Crown, not to your family. But for you. Would they be content to see you as you are?
I assume they do considering they're all he has in that room besides a tiny tv.
I... ah. [ Again lost for words. He isn't used to thinking about himself. He would literally rather throw himself at a daemon to save someone than think of his own life, after all.
And still, it's only a room, it doesn't seem important. His family will be fine with how he lives because he'll never tell them. That's the way Nyx works. No grudges, no complaints. ]
I wouldn't be in this car if I didn't want to change it. No need to still convince me. Although you do seem awfully invested in my well being.
thank every book for the joy it has given you with a huge bookcase, nyx
You serve the Crown. Beside that, you've helped me on a personal level with my training. Should I not be?
[He overtakes a van.]
If attempting to repay you is starting to concern you, you need only say. I thought something like this more effectual than coffee. Particularly as you don't seem like you have a car yourself.
[Every spare gil going to family, and all. He overtakes another few cars, before shifting into another lane.]
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[ He's trying to lift the spirits here, he's very grateful with being repaid, really, so they might as well make this shopping trip fun. ]
Also, nothing wrong with walking. [ Or warping, he wants to joke, but he's afraid to offend him by making such easy use of the king's magic. ]
[ And there it already dooms up, the giant blue box that is Ikea. Even here in Insomnia it stands out like nothing else. ]
So, I was thinking I would like a bookcase at least, and they sell drying racks, right? One I can fold up if I don't need it. And I do want to have a look at the beds as well.
[ See? He can be enthusiastic about this. ]
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[Sadly, He's hardly going to repeat that a lot of this is because he still feels he owes him from training, but the joviality isn't lost on him. He responds dryly, with only a flicker of amusement in his eyes- but it's there.
He says nothing about the comment about walking. Even if it was amusing to think of the other lugging whatever he'd got back with him. The amusement is only fleeting, though. He's serious again at the mention of what exactly Nyx hopes to get from this. ]
I believe so. I trust you've taken the adequate measurements?
[He must have.]
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[ When did he get defensive of Ignis? Probably when he realized what a good guy he was, because really, he's taking him furniture shopping! He's amazing. ]
Did my best on them, even made a little drawing. [ He pulls it from his pocket to show, a small sketch of his place with some numbers scribbled here and there. Very responsible. ] I think I might have the room for a small double bed. But it has to be one you can handcuff someone to. [ He glances at Ignis as he says it, because he has decided on a side mission today, to make him laugh or at least have an amused smile grace his lips. ]
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As he pulls into a parking spot, he switches off the engine and accepts the drawing, eyeing it. Quite accurate. The fact he'd actually added in actual measurements to each wall would save them quite a deal of trouble.]
I must admit, I was slightly concerned that what you had taken down would be unusable. [Perhaps he'd spent a little too much time with Noctis- who, while certainly not an idiot or anything close, simply didn't have to be practical.] I'm relieved to see that is not the case. These will help us quite a lot.
[And at the commend about the bed, he can't help but linger, folding his hands on his lap after he unclips his seatbelt.]
You might prefer to invest in something for over your bed. It's much more fun.
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What, you think they don't teach geometry in Galahd? [ He may not have been some miracle student, but he never had any problems with numbers and distances. He couldn't help but be quick to question Ignis' judgement either, because quite a few Insomnians liked to look at them and think of them as savages. You know, running around naked in the forest, eating things that were barely dead.
But he doesn't want to pick a fight, just, had to get it out. So he snorts and shakes his head as he takes off his seatbelt, ready to get out, but stops to look at Ignis again. ]
...What kind of something are we talking about here? You seem oddly experienced.
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It's nothing to do with where you're from. Merely the fact that if I had of asked Noct to make a diagram, it would be considerably worse.
[And needless to say, he doesn't really get much time with people other than him. He moves his eyes away, sighing faintly as he moves to open his door. Awkward? Yes. But he understands, at least vaguely, the bias against the refugees. Crown City inhabitants, at large, do tend to look at anyone from beyond the wall as quite... less.
Which is a good reason why there's so many protests, and why things in the city are far from peaceful. He brings his eyes back to Nyx at the question, pausing.]
If you're taken with ensuring your [victim?] ...lover is incapable of movement, there are places that sell things which can be attached to your ceiling for usage. They're quite discreet when not being used as well. You might find it an alternative for when you tire of the headboard.
[And he steps out of the car.]
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[ He gets out of the car too, and together they walk inside the building to the escalators as Nyx hopes his ears don't look as hot as they feel. ] I, er... don't think I need that sort of thing. Pretty sure I'm more of a classical guy. But they don't sell those things here, do they?
[ And as they reach the top of the escalator, there's already entire (but tiny) living rooms on display. Nyx finds himself staring at the set up, because to be honest he has never been inside a real furniture shop. Most of his stuff comes from places selling second hand things or from friends. ] You'd think someone lives here...
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[He inclines his head slightly. Fairy Godmother is something that has probably stuck. And likely would. Forever. Still. It would be worth it for the sake of helping Nyx with the single thing the man appeared to actually need assistance with.
Nyx seemed capable. With most things. But this... it needed doing. Even if he couldn't do it for himself. As they board the escalator, he looks again at the other man- almost surprised by his colour. (And the fact that it, especially paired with casual clothes, seemed to make him look quite different to the disciplined aura he usually gave off.)
He drums his fingers, gently, on the rail as he regards him. This him.]
My apologies if I have made you uncomfortable. I assumed that given what I walked in on, that you were quite above shame with regard to apparatuses. But no. They don't.
[And they're at the top! Ignis moves, immediately, to what's important. Securing a trolley, which goes to Nyx, and a small map of the store. And of course a paper tape measure, paper for notes, and a pencil.]
It's quite a large building. I imagine it's rather easy to get lost. [A small pause. Yes, Nyx. bondage to logistics right away.] Can you estimate how many books you own?
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[ Nyx feels the look, and so yes, his blush must be showing. But he pretends it doesn't bother him, keeping a cool face. ]
You really don't have to apologize for everything... I'm simply not used to talking so casually about such things in public.
[ If there is one thing he learned over the past decade, then it's that Crown city people are weird and not ashamed of anything. Also still adjusting to someone as formal looking as Ignis talking so casually about such things. ]
[ He looks down at the yellow trolley with the bag attached. And the map. And the pencil. And the paper. And the tape measure. What is going on here?? ]
Are we going on a quest? Was I supposed to bring provisions and a tent? I also think my bookcase won't fit in this bag unless it's magical. [ He lifts the flimsy over-used thing to check, not magical at all. ] But in all seriousness, why the pencil?
[ Warning, Ikea virgin on-site! ]
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[He doesn't show it as he walks on- but that had always been quite the cause of contention. Regis himself was a humble man, despite his linage. The Ruling Council were not- despite their lack of it. But there was what was appropriate, and what was not.
He turns, abruptly to Nyx and the trolley. Ah, yes. He'd never been...]
The trolley is to cart the packaged shelving unit around before we pay for it. The bag is for anything else that might strike you as useful. One of the more interesting things about this place is no matter how disciplined you are, you will leave with more than what you came for.
The pencil... [A faint narrow of the eyes, and a faint smile.] is for me.
[A twirl of it indicates that fact. And he turns again, walking toward the bedroom section- pushing his glasses up slightly. The other thing...]
You're uncomfortable.
[There's slight amusement in his voice!]
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[ His eyes wander to the trolley again, still not convinced, but return just in time to see him twirl that pencil and oh, is that a smile? Is his mission almost accomplished? Most importantly, Ignis finally seems like he's enjoying himself. ]
Why do you think so? [ He puffs his cheeks slightly as he trails behind him, Ignis has his back on him anyway. ] This is all very new, that's all. And I'm not going to buy anything I don't need.
[ Which was a lie, by the time they get to the bedroom section he's already slipped a coat hanger in the shape of a dog butt into the bag. It's cute, cheap and useful for hanging his coat, okay?
The beds have bigger price tags though, and he's checking the ones of the beds he likes carefully. ]
Are we allowed to try these? [ He asks, but is already climbing on one. ] This is already better than what I have... But you get on here too, I need second opinions.
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[He didn't get one either. He turns his head to examine a sign indicating, with a big arrow, the kitchenware section. Yes, that deserved a visit. Later. But for the moment, he walks on to the bedroom section, watching Nyx as he abandons the trolley and makes himself comfortable in a little corner display of a quite nice, open room.]
Feel free- [Ah. He was already there. So he follows, deciding to test the thing by sitting on the end of it.]
The frame is nice enough, but the mattress is far too soft for my taste. Do you prefer softer or harder ones?
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[ Nyx pats the space next to him, he's doing it partly to be a tease, but also because he really would like a good second opinion.
He tilts his head slightly confused at the question, he looks like a man who only just now heard there was a difference in mattresses, and that was probably because he actually was that kind of man. ]
Er... Hard? No, wait, soft. Or...
[ He has no idea, honestly. So he tries to lighten the mood by patting the metal frame headboard. ] You could handcuff someone to this, I'm sure.
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And. Soon enough, he's lying on the other side of it - turned to face him. Cosy indeed. And it's not like he cares what any passers-by might think. So. He keeps his eyes on Nyx's face, raising his hand, wrist upward, next to Nyx's own.]
Yes, but you'll have to secure them to the top rail of the headboard. It's the only one with enough room for the cuff. With that considered, you'll either have to keep your session boringly short... or have someone in a quite considerable amount of pain by the time you're quite finished.
[He pauses.]
You seem far too nice for the latter. Regardless, you'll have nowhere to secure your victim's feet with this bed. And that's half the fun.
[And finally! He shifts, again.]
And again, this mattress is far too soft.
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Their opinions on the matter would probably lean towards yes, definitely if they heard the things Ignis was telling him here... ]
The feet too? That sounds advanced. I have so much to learn from you still, Ignis.
[ Now watch him push himself up and lean over Ignis to look under the bed, what do you mean he could have checked on his own side? ] It's too low to the ground too, I want something with storage. I don't have any stuff yet, but I might get some stuff I'd want to hide. You know, like handcuffs and whips and things.
What's wrong with soft though? Aren't beds supposed to be soft? [ Still leaning over Ignis, hands and knees on either side of him, he hops up and down to test the mattress. ] It doesn't have much spring to it either! I need that, it definitely helps get the job done more easily if it does
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If anything, it's quite nice. Even with the talking from the employees considered- because in his mind, they could think what they liked. Neither he nor Nyx were figures under public scrutiny, or even recognized here, or now.
So. He's just going to (playfully) narrow his eyes, looking into Nyx's blueish grey ones with his green.]
I am glad you seem to be reconsidering being a handcuff-only sort. You shouldn't limit yourself with regard to trying new things.
[Variety being the spice of life, and all that. But then Nyx is up, or sort of up, and- he's not going to lie, this angle is favourable. Yet.]
If you need it, we should arrange to go to other types of shop one day. Unless you're shy. [Even if he has a strong suspicion Nyx was far from it.
The bouncing, at least, causes him to move to a seated position, though still with Nyx's legs and arms at either side of him. He pushes the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose, looking over at the staff. Who now were staring.
...Time to move on.]
Come on. I'll show you one with a mattress that won't end up destroying your back.
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[ And yet, his little act still didn't result in any laughter out of Ignis. He is a tricky one, Nyx muses to himself. He sits back again, politely on one side of Ignis this time. ] Fair enough, show me.
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I imagine you'll be quite disappointed to learn that I haven't visited one for quite some time. Nowadays, my time is rather limited.
[And truthfully, it was difficult to get time off. Day or night, excepting this little trip that tended to be rather miraculous with the fact that both of them were free at the same time.
...And spending time he could be using to sleep, or just get ahead on cheap flatpack shopping...
It's not something he's hating. Or seeing, even remotely, as a waste of time.
When he moves, he lingers for a moment before rising from the bed, straightening out the folds in his trousers with a few brushes of his hands. Then, he extends it.]
This way.
[Whether Nyx takes it or not, Ignis moves past a few other beds to one indeed with storage boxes- and a headboard where the spacing is far more vertically inclined.]
I like this.
[He states, as he presses at the mattress with both hands.]
For Nocts
He still planned on paying Noctis back one day though, maybe save all the money and then one day simply hand it over to him. Even if he'd probably get punched over it. It was a pride thing, he didn't want people to think he was only in this to get favors from his royal highness.
The roads in Insomnia were exciting, but he still wanted to take this baby out for a spin on the dirt roads in Leide. But what's the fun in doing this on his own when he could have company? That's why he had invited Noctis, and also because he loved the idea of taking him outside of Insomnia. The prince deserved to see a bit of the world!
So that was why he was waiting in the underground parking garage beneath the Citadel. He was wearing his glaive uniform, he wanted to smuggle Noctis out by making this look like official business after all. He was leaning against his bike, checking his watch again as the prince was taking his time. He'd packed some things for the road, camping gear and a fishing rod, since he'd promised they would take some time to do just that. ]
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And bringing him along for the ride is the only thing Noct wanted. He can't ride a bike, he'd never think of it by himself and going with Nyx is the best idea ever. Seeing stuff beyond the wall was something he always wanted to do and this was a perfect chance for it.
He gets to the garage the moment he's done changing in Glaive fatigues- as a part of the disguise. He stuffed his bag with clothes and other stuff he thinks he'd need in armiger because there's no space on the bike. And they want to travel light on it.
Nyx gets a big grin when Noctis spots him after exiting the elevator. He tries not to look so excited but he's failing.]
Hey! You ready?
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Either way, Nyx stands up when he sees Noctis coming, and kind of freezes as he watches him come closer. That uniform looks ridiculously good on him, like it suddenly turned him into a man. Nyx swallows and wets his lips at the sight. ]
Ready for you? Always.
[ He takes the last few steps to meet him and rests his hand on his waist to greet him. He would kiss him, but he's sure there's security cameras here, and it's probably already bad enough he's about to kidnap the prince out of the city. Better not get caught kissing him on those. Instead he takes a moment to admire him from this close as well. ]
You look really good like this. You should wear official clothes more often.
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Now that brings out even a wider smile from Noctis and he really wants to tackle him in this damned parking lot and kiss the life out of him. Instead, he just leans a bit into the hold, indulging the moment. It will probably have people squinting at security cameras but unless it's outright "scandalous" Noctis doesn't care.]
Ignis tells me that too. As well as 80% of the Council. Something about being presentable, [Noctis rolls his eyes.]
Doesn't help with laying low in town though. Anyway! [He turns to the big with a grin.] Let's go already! We need to get this monster loose.
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I don't care about the presentable part, I care about how it accentuates those sexy hips of yours.
[ He turns to the motorbike too, putting his arm around Noct's shoulders and gesturing at it with his other as if he was revealing a masterpiece. ] Wait until you feel this beast between your legs. [ Nyx already gets on, swinging his leg over it, and pats the space behind him. ] Come on, hop on.
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Well, it seems I'll wear the pants more often, [he grins.
And then he outright laughs at that innuendo and very eagerly takes a seat behind him, wrapping his hands around Nyx's waist. He raises for just a second to say,] I prefer different beast between my legs, but this'll do- [ and then finally settles down for the ride.]
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They're not leaving just yet, first he turns to Noctis to put a helmet on him, better be safe, but also extra disguise. ]
Just for the record, I asked the captain to write me an official Glaive business order to leave the city without too much trouble at the gates. [ Which he will owe him one for, of course, but he'll deal with that. ] And if anyone asks, your name is now Crowe. Just don't take the helmet off. [ It's taking all his effort not to snicker as he says it, but he had to pick Crowe! She's the only one with the slim build that could pass for Noctis.
He doesn't leave the prince any time to argue it though, he revs up the engine and takes of, out of the underground parking and onto the Insomnian streets. He weaves easily into traffic, passing by any car that's going too slow for his liking, he takes the quickest route to get them out of here. ]
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But he can put them on for him.
With an excited grin, he puts the helmet on, clasping it securely underneath his chin.]
Crowe? The one that wields magic like it's nothing? Huh. You made me ten times cooler.
[If only he could cast magic like Crowe. She's pretty cool. If Nyx thought he'd be able to tease him with this, he's wrong. And yes, Noctis knows all the glaives and roster and their abilities. He doesn't want to disappoint and make them think like he has no interest.
His hands are wrapped tightly around Nyx' middle and he has the urge to WHOOP loudly when they get on the streets. But- he has to keep quiet. Until they get out. He is laughing like an idiot though, a sound that bike's engine keeps nicely covered.]
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Nyx was pretty excited about meeting up with Prompto for their so called date. He wasn't sure where this would lead, but the kid was pretty cute and seemed fun to spend time with, even if he threw cheese at his head.
He'd even brought some things from his fridge as promised, but he cheated a little and stopped by a grocery store to pick up some extra options. He didn't exactly want their sandwiches to suck, Prompto would probably take it personally somehow, and he wanted him to have a good time and not feel insecure about their dinner.
Funnily enough he actually knew where he lived, as a Kingsglaive he was part of prince Noctis' security, and that included being briefed on who his friends were. So he knew the general area of where Prompto's house was, and he only needed to ask a friendly neighbor to be directed to the exact one.
He rang Prompto's doorbell and waited.
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He was plenty warm enough right now given that he had dressed in his chocobo hoodie as promised. He had also spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to get his hair to go just right - all he had succeeded in doing was making it look more like a chocobo's butt than normal.
The doorbell sent him into a mini panic. He checked his hair one last time, adjusted his hoodie, and ensured his wrist was covered before taking a deep breath to calm himself. He headed to the door and pulled it open, a wide smile on his face. "Hey! You made it! Come on in!"
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"I know this isn't a date yet, but since you invited me over to your home, I thought I should bring you a thank you present." He had briefly considered flowers, but figured Prompto would be much happier with the chocobo keychain he'd found in a gift shop and which he was now holding up in a little gift bag for him. "I hope you don't have one like this yet."
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Nyx's compliment drew a blush out of Prom that stretched to his ears. And the gift? That drew an almost inhuman squeak out of him once he accepted the gift bag and opened it up. There was still time to run, Nyx. The door was right there.
"Oh Em Gee! It's perfect! It's too cute!" He practically launched himself at Nyx to hug him. "Oh! But I didn't get you anything! I'm so dumb!"
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And he could also be caught with some lil' Malbuddy merchandise himself, so, not going to judge that either. Besides, he just bought Prompto even more of the stuff. His reaction made him chuckle and grin at how adorable he was. So he had made the right choice.
The hug however was more unexpected, and Nyx nearly had the wind knocked out of him when this bullet of a boy hit him, but he recovered quick enough to put an arm around him. "I'm the guest, remember? You don't have to. Also, your cute smile is enough." He said the last part just a little softer, because he meant it.
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Prompto couldn't help but blush more at Nyx's comment. Seriously, was the guy trying to make Prompto combust? Even so, he couldn't help but smile more, scrubbing at the back of his neck with his hand with a nervous laugh.
"Oh hey! Do you want something to drink? I have beer or soda or coffee? Whatever you fancy!" He moved to the counter, already pulling out his camera so he could snap a shot of the keyring with its tags on before pulling them off to attach it to his keys.
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"No beer, you might start throwing cheese again," Nyx teases, but at the same time he thinks beer is a bad idea for their first not-a-date anyway. "Soda's good." He puts the bag with groceries on the table and watches Prompto do his thing. "Is that to show to all your online followers?"
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"Heh. I promise this is a cheese throwing free zone. I learnt my lesson - never listen to Noct." Although honestly, things had worked out pretty well. Since if Prompto hadn't thrown cheese at Nyx they wouldn't be here now on a not-date because there was no way Prompto would've worked up the nerve to speak to Nyx under normal circumstances. Maybe he should listen to Noctis more often.
Prompto grabbed a couple of cans from the fridge and offered one to Nyx. "Well, I have an Instamog account that I post to. I don't have that many followers though and I think most the ones I have only follow me in the hope I'll post pics of Noct. I just like to take photos. I love having those memories, y'know? Speaking of which!" Prom instantly sidled up to Nyx's side. "Say cheese!" He leaned in and snapped a selfie of the pair of them.
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Now that selfie was unexpected. "Hey, you're supposed to give fair warning for those, how do I even know you got my good side?" He reaches out to put his arm around Prompto's shoulders to pull him close. "Do it again. And I give you permission to post it to impress your followers."
And he might even sneak a little kiss to the side of Prompto's head while he's snapping away, just for the followers, of course.
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"Pretty sure you don't have a bad side," Prompto managed to stumble out, feeling a little flustered at the closeness. Said flustered feelings turned into a mini-freak out as Nyx kissed his head. That blush was back in full force. Just for the followers, of course.
"A selfie with the infamous Nyx. Everyone will be super jealous." He was going to treasure said selfie forever. "We should start making sandwiches!!"