[Sick magic tea, dude. Noctis looks at his tea a little uncomfortably, like he's not sure how polite it is to dump a shitload of sugar into it before he even takes a taste.
He'll... start with just a spoonful. Maybe two. Then he'll take a careful first sip, and lo!
It's fucking hot water that tastes like nothing. Goddamn it. He puts on a face like it actually has a taste, nodding at Eichi.]
It—smells amazing. [perfect] Here, since you're sharing now, why don't you wear this?
[Distraction level: paper crown. He's using his free hand to lift it off and plunk it down on Eichi's head instead. Enjoy.]
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He'll... start with just a spoonful. Maybe two. Then he'll take a careful first sip, and lo!
It's fucking hot water that tastes like nothing. Goddamn it. He puts on a face like it actually has a taste, nodding at Eichi.]
It—smells amazing. [perfect] Here, since you're sharing now, why don't you wear this?
[Distraction level: paper crown. He's using his free hand to lift it off and plunk it down on Eichi's head instead. Enjoy.]