❰ it's a tribute to gladio's ability to fall asleep on a dime that he's already long since crashed again by the time noctis starts to squirm. but then there's that touch again, and it surfaces him for a second time with a thoughtless 'mn' for the nose on his neck, a grunt for those knobbly knees. and the pushing doesn't let up, so his scowl sets in just in time for noct to break the silence in words. ❱
S'my goddamn bed - ❰ gravelly, plaintive, and slurred with sleep - and really, it's just posturing anyway. a second or so later, his body tenses as he works up the effort to move, then he's reclaiming his arm from underneath noctis to roll bodily onto his stomach on the far edge of the bed in a motion vaguely reminiscent of a displaced boulder.
both arms slide up under the pillow before he recalls the reason he offered noct his shoulder in the first place and he shoves the pillow over toward the squirmy interloper, settling his head on his folded arms instead. ❱
totally okay if you don't want to continue but school's finally out and i'm back to psl stuff again
S'my goddamn bed - ❰ gravelly, plaintive, and slurred with sleep - and really, it's just posturing anyway. a second or so later, his body tenses as he works up the effort to move, then he's reclaiming his arm from underneath noctis to roll bodily onto his stomach on the far edge of the bed in a motion vaguely reminiscent of a displaced boulder.
both arms slide up under the pillow before he recalls the reason he offered noct his shoulder in the first place and he shoves the pillow over toward the squirmy interloper, settling his head on his folded arms instead. ❱