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Noctis Lucis Caelum ([personal profile] brotrips) wrote in [community profile] sexyspace 2018-07-06 02:37 am (UTC)

Now isn't the time for those kinds of jokes!

(Oh, her sense of humor would have blended with them perfectly if Noctis wasn't currently being groped by a plant, and he wouldn't want to be molested by plantlife under any circumstances, but Noctis sure as hell doesn't want the first thing touching him there aside from his own hand is a vine.

None of that spills forward, for which he's glad. If it had, he would have just asked she find a plant to eat him instead.

His thoughts are pulled away from the hypothetic humiliation when he's suddenly drenched. Shivering within the confines of his hold, Noctis nearly yells again because why would this work? His words are cut off when...it works. No longer a source of warmth and not charmed by the prince's winning personality, the tendrils begin to retreat.

Now that Noctis is cold, however, Shallen is even more of a prime target as the only heat source in the room. Vines begin to slither toward her.

Soaked, loose clothes clinging to his skin, the prince is at least free. Reaching out, he grabs at her hand and tries to run.)


Forget anything else, we need to get out of here!

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