oh dear god

[unweaving]

Lady A's Christmas Chaos!!!

Saving the world from assholes dressed like a sofa is hard work, and even heroes need to let loose. What better time than the festive season? So what if you're in a world where Christianity isn't a thing! It's time to don your ugliest Christmas sweater, put on your dancing shoes, and tell those around you just how much you love tolerate them. Dance, sing, bone down on the couch, get so drunk on eggnog you puke on the carpet -- Aranea doesn't care, she's way too smart to do his in her own damn house! GET TO PARTYING.

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[noodledream]

I think Specs might forgo the lecture for tonight. [ There's a smirk in Gladio's voice as he leans closer, one arm braced on the door frame above Noct's head, his head bent close to the prince's. ] Considering he's had more than enough to drink himself.

[somnolentus]

[ normally, he might puff up a little at the close proximity, because he's always been childishly resistant to the idea of gladio lording his (vastly superior) height over him. but the alcohol has been enough to put a fuzzy warm edge everything, and the heavy, loose-limbed feeling it's brought with it has made it pretty hard to get too riled up about... much of anything.

besides, there's something warm and oddly comforting about having gladio half-enclose him against the space. the man is his shield, after all, security and protection all wrapped up into the same package, so. he leans into him almost unconsciously, his shoulder bumping the older man's chest. ]

... Ignis? [ that merits a startled look in the other man's direction. ] He's actually drinking?

[ is ignis dying or something wtf ]

[noodledream]

It's a party, isn't it? [ Gladio chuckles, amused by the prince's reaction. ] Everyone's drinking. Even Ignis loosens up once in a while. As shocking as that may sound. Relax. Even you're allowed to have a little fun and enjoy yourself.

[ And because he hadn't missed the way Noct had curled into his personal space in response to his own positioning, he reaches out, one hand lightly falling to the prince's hip to steady him, unspoken permission to stay as close as he wanted, nonchalant and relaxed in the offering of it. ]

[somnolentus]

... it's hard to imagine you two ever relaxing, I guess.

[ because even when it seems like they're at ease, playing king's knight around the table of the caravan or teasing back and forth as they get the camp set up, noctis knows that they're still always on guard. ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, alert and attuned to any hint of danger.

the idea of them loosening up? at a party? it's like finding out that your parents have secret fun social lives. ]