[Noct... is sleeping. Which wouldn't be a surprise under normal circumstances, but this month it's especially common, thanks to how exhausted he's been, running around trying to play Big Damn Hero with Mythra or anyone else looking to fight off the worms. Ever since his near-death experience, sleep has been near the top of his list of priorities, and he gets it whenever and wherever he can. Case in point: when Ignis texts him, his communicator buzzes near his head where it's pillowed on his jacket up on the roof of one of the undamaged plaza buildings.
He stirs, squinting sleepily at the text, and the name he finds there. Seriously? Is this someone's idea of a joke? Ignis has been gone for months... now's not the time.]
shitty prank
[And then he shoves the phone under his 'pillow' and rolls over.
no subject
He stirs, squinting sleepily at the text, and the name he finds there. Seriously? Is this someone's idea of a joke? Ignis has been gone for months... now's not the time.]
shitty prank
[And then he shoves the phone under his 'pillow' and rolls over.
Give him a minute, it'll click.]