[ nowhere else. nothing to do. he takes a few more puffs, smoking the entire thing before stubbing it out on the tray and exhaling a quiet, tired sigh.
he reaches for his hand to gently squeeze, finally speaking. ]
[ nyx doesn't smoke his as quickly, letting it hang off his lips as ignis reaches over. he squeezes his friend's hand. what a shitty hand the both of them have been dealt. ignis losing his charge, and nyx having to watch his king die in front of him.
he clears his throat. ]
You're good at dumplings, right? I never got around to showing you Galahdian ones.
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[ nowhere else. nothing to do. he takes a few more puffs, smoking the entire thing before stubbing it out on the tray and exhaling a quiet, tired sigh.
he reaches for his hand to gently squeeze, finally speaking. ]
Do you want to make something to eat?
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he clears his throat. ]
You're good at dumplings, right? I never got around to showing you Galahdian ones.