and his pout

When Prompto pulled away, he saw that Noctis was frowning, a pout on his lips.

“What?” He laughed, amused, and Noct’s pout only grew.

“You taste like coffee,” he complained.


The Most Wonderful Time of The Year, part vi

*cackles* this chapter is just flowing out so smoothly; like the words are coming so easy its kind of hard to believe.

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