[Sounds like someone wants Noctis to doodle all over his face while he sleeps... He knew it...] Uh huh, sure.
[He falls quiet after that, though, since apparently Eichi can't take the hint and pointedly ignore the actual serious stuff with him. There are just—too many things he never had a chance to say, or things he wants to say now, still. And nothing he wants anyone else reading, either.
After a moment (he's just been staring at his hands in his lap, not even smudging the ink anymore) he looks at Eichi again.]
You're better at this than me. Where do you get all this cheesy stuff?
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[He falls quiet after that, though, since apparently Eichi can't take the hint and pointedly ignore the actual serious stuff with him. There are just—too many things he never had a chance to say, or things he wants to say now, still. And nothing he wants anyone else reading, either.
After a moment (he's just been staring at his hands in his lap, not even smudging the ink anymore) he looks at Eichi again.]
You're better at this than me. Where do you get all this cheesy stuff?