Those sweet, subtle smiles are the things that make Noctis' cheeks brighten with color and he can't help the way his own lips mimic the soft curve of Iggy's smile. "Yeah I guess. You know I suck at ballroom shit and-" AND nothing. He cuts himself off, biting his lip. No, he and Prom would definitely never have snuck into a club or anything of the sort. Never.
(He knows Ignis probably knows about that one but they'd both been 19, they were allowed to and Gladio knew and was on hand to keep him safe if anything happened. He'd just also dragged a promise out of his Shield not to be the one to tell Ignis.)
He certainly knows no other kinds of dancing (and sure as hell nothing he'd do at a party his dad is also at). But even if he did it still wouldn't be appropriate to...... whatever this is. So while Ignis looks longingly at the dancefloor Noct shoves another raspberry in his mouth. Only to make a soft curious noise around it, brows raising and head tilting slightly.
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(He knows Ignis probably knows about that one but they'd both been 19, they were allowed to and Gladio knew and was on hand to keep him safe if anything happened. He'd just also dragged a promise out of his Shield not to be the one to tell Ignis.)
He certainly knows no other kinds of dancing (and sure as hell nothing he'd do at a party his dad is also at). But even if he did it still wouldn't be appropriate to...... whatever this is. So while Ignis looks longingly at the dancefloor Noct shoves another raspberry in his mouth. Only to make a soft curious noise around it, brows raising and head tilting slightly.