( inching closer and closer with his nose towards the can, the ungodly smell had already reached him, long before he felt the grab from ignis. but it's his friend's movement that stays him in place, and he glances over, reading that bespectacled expression.
he knows he shouldn't. even as un-conniseurly as noct was, he knew this was a poor idea. he knew food shouldn't look or smell anything like that. dare he say it was... even worse than vegetables. that's right, he's had the impossible thought of a lifetime. worse than vegetables. but he'll... just keep that to himself.
looking from ignis, to the can, to ignis, and back to the can again... his shoulders sag in a silent show of defeat. so close to victory... and yet, so far.
his brow hoists upwards in question as he places it down on the counter, isn't there any way to save the good bits? if anyone can do it, iggy... it's you. please don't kill this impossible dream. )
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he knows he shouldn't. even as un-conniseurly as noct was, he knew this was a poor idea. he knew food shouldn't look or smell anything like that. dare he say it was... even worse than vegetables.
that's right, he's had the impossible thought of a lifetime. worse than vegetables. but he'll... just keep that to himself.
looking from ignis, to the can, to ignis, and back to the can again... his shoulders sag in a silent show of defeat.
so close to victory... and yet, so far.
his brow hoists upwards in question as he places it down on the counter, isn't there any way to save the good bits? if anyone can do it, iggy... it's you.
please don't kill this impossible dream. )