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[reigniter]

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[broplaints]

You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?

[Not that Noctis hadn't ever given it an ounce of thought. What would a wedding he actually planned be like? Not exactly the royal affair that had been waiting for him in Altissia.]

[reigniter]

[Ignis shakes his head gently, but has a smile on his face.]

Only just now. I am less of a spontaneous person and more planning, you know that. Still... it was just the thought that occurred to me.

If you don't like it, we can choose some other date.

[broplaints]

I let you take the lead for a reason.

[In battle. In decisions. In his entire life, really.]

No. I like it. A lot, actually. I just kind of can't believe it, you know? You're gonna be my husband.

[reigniter]

[And Ignis is really honored to be trusted on such a level. They have been together for a while and the words still make his face a bit hot.

A husband, huh?]

You can't believe it and yet you're the one that asked. [Ignis chuckles in good humor.] ...I hope I'm a good one. [Husband, he means.]

[broplaints]

[Noctis is convinced that the cutest thing in the entire world is when that bit of pink comes into Ignis' cheeks. Especially knowing that he was the one who put it there.]

Hey! It just kind of slipped out, okay? [And boy was he ever glad that it did.] You're gonna be a great one, Iggy.

[reigniter]

[Noctis is probably the only one that can get him to blush that way. Other people mostly get a 'You make me very angry' type of red in his face.]

I am glad it slipped. [He gives Noct a short peck on the lips.] I will do my best.

[He looks towards the pantry and then back at Noct.]

Do you want to make some strawberry jam filled crepes?

[broplaints]

[Ignis is terrifying beyond all reason when he's angry. Which is something that Noctis has always tried very hard not to have directed at him.

That peck earns him a soft smile, and he dives in for another before Ignis can retreat fully.]

What kind of question is that? Of course I want crepes.