Don't be so dramatic, I'm not going to mess up? Ye of so little faith. Just... pretend I'm not even here.
[That eye really is pink and irritated, and Noctis frowns a little, peering in close. He runs a tongue along his teeth, holds his breath. Comes in with his pointer finger and thumb, to attempt to gently pluck at the contact if Prompto actually lets him get that close this time.
His fingers are literally millimeters away. Will you flinch, Prompto?]
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[That eye really is pink and irritated, and Noctis frowns a little, peering in close. He runs a tongue along his teeth, holds his breath. Comes in with his pointer finger and thumb, to attempt to gently pluck at the contact if Prompto actually lets him get that close this time.
His fingers are literally millimeters away. Will you flinch, Prompto?]