"Hey" Noctis says, putting a hand on the turtlekin's arm and then motioning to a bench on the outskirts of the training hall. "C'mom, take a load off."
He then moves over to the bench himself. Knowing how much Donnie seems to enjoy coffee, he remembers he's got something stored away in the Armiger, he might like. A can of Ebony, Ignis' drink of choice. He pulls it and a soda for himself, along with a few snacks before plopping down on the bench. When Donnie approaches, he holds it out to him.
"Here. You'll like it." He hopes. Noctis himself isn't fond of it, but he doesn't really like coffee, only drinking it to look mature.
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Date: 2025-03-28 04:33 am (UTC)He then moves over to the bench himself. Knowing how much Donnie seems to enjoy coffee, he remembers he's got something stored away in the Armiger, he might like. A can of Ebony, Ignis' drink of choice. He pulls it and a soda for himself, along with a few snacks before plopping down on the bench. When Donnie approaches, he holds it out to him.
"Here. You'll like it." He hopes. Noctis himself isn't fond of it, but he doesn't really like coffee, only drinking it to look mature.