[omg Cor do not! laugh at his misfortune! Though Noct only half-notices, wriggling free and grabbing his phone to check. There is a pointed pause, and...]
...Gotta go.
[He's scrambling to put his boots on. How did he manage to kick them like three feet away??]
Thanks for the, um. You know. [cuddle?? are we calling at that, is that too weird.] I feel better now, anyway.
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...Gotta go.
[He's scrambling to put his boots on. How did he manage to kick them like three feet away??]
Thanks for the, um. You know. [cuddle?? are we calling at that, is that too weird.] I feel better now, anyway.