Lucky (or unlucky, depending) for Nyx, Noctis doesn't notice. Barely even stirs. He mumbles something soft and incoherent under his breath, grabs the blanket, and pulls it back over himself, curling up so that the only visible part of him is curled fingers and a tuft of black hair.]
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Lucky (or unlucky, depending) for Nyx, Noctis doesn't notice. Barely even stirs. He mumbles something soft and incoherent under his breath, grabs the blanket, and pulls it back over himself, curling up so that the only visible part of him is curled fingers and a tuft of black hair.]