[His hand gives a little quiver against hers, obviously feigned. What's actually shaking is his lips, as he tries (admirably, but poorly) to look afraid and not smile instead.
[He cracks pretty much immediately, all trace of false fear vanishing as he ducks his head, trying to conceal his laugh. Ahh, he failed. She's too cute, there's no escape.]
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[ She can’t help but burst into a small fit of giggles afterward. ] O-oh, Noct, [ Pfft— ] You’ve armed me with very dangerous knowledge.
[ No phasing from cheek pokes! (Yet.) ]
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[He doesn't sound the least bit bothered.]
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Ooh, you should be afraid... very afraid!
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Well, do your worst. I can probably take it.
[And if not, at least he isn't driving.]
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And then she bursts into a fit of giggles. ] N-Noct-- [ Pfft ] Can't you at east attempt to look like you're afraid?
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[He can play cool! He can be fierce and confident and funny! ...Fake fear is hard.]
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Hm. Hm! ]
Ah, so I have to be scarier. [ A real big threat for cheek-pokes. ]
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In a strained voice: ]
...How about now?
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don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh]
I'm- I'm shaking. In my boots. Can you feel it?
[His hand gives a little quiver against hers, obviously feigned. What's actually shaking is his lips, as he tries (admirably, but poorly) to look afraid and not smile instead.
DON'T LAUGH DON'T LAUGH]
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