[About fifteen minutes later there's a video recording. It's short and not very well aimed because, you know, hangover, but still. It picks up Ignis' legs as he stands over the prince, sighing in a very disappointed manner.
"I suppose His Highness has learned a lesson in what happens when he tries to drink Gladio under the table?" He asks, almost hopeful at the groan. He's talking too loud and his head feels like a behemoth stomped on it with each prim and proper word that comes out of their friend's mouth. And the look that's barely visible from the feed says about as much.
"If you would take a shower, I will prepare something for that headache." Ignis leaves the bathroom, but not before the camera catches that gleam behind his specs. Uh-oh.
It's another fifteen minutes before a second video message is sent. This time he's resting his head on the counter, a tall glass of orange liquid sitting beside him. Ignis can be heard in the background, tutting at him.
"It won't help if you don't drink it, Noct."
Noctis groans pathetically. Barely lifting his head off the cool surface to take a sip from the straw inside the glass. Ignis did something far worse than kick his ass. He's making him drink vegetable juice.
The ass kicking would have been far more merciful.]
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bakerstreet2018-02-23 05:50 pm
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'cuz that'd be awesome right about now
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we could abuse resources and get the citadel doc to give us an iv?
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have fun.
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it's too cool to move
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also you still need an iv.
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crap tht would be the front door
remember me fondlyyy
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be sure to send me video.
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[About fifteen minutes later there's a video recording. It's short and not very well aimed because, you know, hangover, but still. It picks up Ignis' legs as he stands over the prince, sighing in a very disappointed manner.
"I suppose His Highness has learned a lesson in what happens when he tries to drink Gladio under the table?" He asks, almost hopeful at the groan. He's talking too loud and his head feels like a behemoth stomped on it with each prim and proper word that comes out of their friend's mouth. And the look that's barely visible from the feed says about as much.
"If you would take a shower, I will prepare something for that headache." Ignis leaves the bathroom, but not before the camera catches that gleam behind his specs. Uh-oh.
It's another fifteen minutes before a second video message is sent. This time he's resting his head on the counter, a tall glass of orange liquid sitting beside him. Ignis can be heard in the background, tutting at him.
"It won't help if you don't drink it, Noct."
Noctis groans pathetically. Barely lifting his head off the cool surface to take a sip from the straw inside the glass. Ignis did something far worse than kick his ass. He's making him drink vegetable juice.
The ass kicking would have been far more merciful.]
help.
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is that veggie juice? fuck that's what I need right now. drink for me.
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