[ His tone worries her, but his words do even more. He stands up, and for split second, she thinks that perhaps maybe she said the wrong thing. Perhaps it's still a sore spot that she's only made worse, and she's about to apologize when he shifts.
They'd looked hilarious before, but now as he moves, their images go in and out of focus and the dress and tux flash in and out of view. It's a show all on it's own, but Luna is more concerned about trying to keep Noctis from tripping over her feet. She reaches up to lightly place a hand against one of his arms to try and steady him as she begins to scoot to the other side of the bench to give him room in the space she'd once occupied.
As the image readjusts to overlay the tuxedo on him and the dress on her, it's still just as funny. She's no where near as... endowed as her cartoon body, but it's cute none the less. She can't focus on that right now, though, not when Noctis says things like that.
You'll. That's the word he's just used, and it makes her want to ask him if he means that. If that's a thing he really wants -- it's what she wants, even if she'd disliked how it all went down and the burden it placed on him at home, the thought of being married to him and remaining with him for the duration of their lives had been an exciting, wonderful prospect. ]
You are very kind to say that, though you'll make for a very handsome groom, you know.
[ For all she knows, he's not even talking about getting married to him -- he may be hinting that she'll make a pretty bride for someone else. She doesn't think so, though, but that thought is still there. They'd never had any time to talk about it or talk anything out, really... though he'd mentioned that she'd been here before. So maybe they did, but she just doesn't remember.
A glance back at the monitor just confirms what she's already told him. ]
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They'd looked hilarious before, but now as he moves, their images go in and out of focus and the dress and tux flash in and out of view. It's a show all on it's own, but Luna is more concerned about trying to keep Noctis from tripping over her feet. She reaches up to lightly place a hand against one of his arms to try and steady him as she begins to scoot to the other side of the bench to give him room in the space she'd once occupied.
As the image readjusts to overlay the tuxedo on him and the dress on her, it's still just as funny. She's no where near as... endowed as her cartoon body, but it's cute none the less. She can't focus on that right now, though, not when Noctis says things like that.
You'll. That's the word he's just used, and it makes her want to ask him if he means that. If that's a thing he really wants -- it's what she wants, even if she'd disliked how it all went down and the burden it placed on him at home, the thought of being married to him and remaining with him for the duration of their lives had been an exciting, wonderful prospect. ]
You are very kind to say that, though you'll make for a very handsome groom, you know.
[ For all she knows, he's not even talking about getting married to him -- he may be hinting that she'll make a pretty bride for someone else. She doesn't think so, though, but that thought is still there. They'd never had any time to talk about it or talk anything out, really... though he'd mentioned that she'd been here before. So maybe they did, but she just doesn't remember.
A glance back at the monitor just confirms what she's already told him. ]
You already do.