[There's a small, short pause, and then Ignis is smiling that tiny little smile he wears. The one that's the poor substitute for what he's really feeling, like all the sunlight in the world has somehow gotten into his chest and lodged there forever.]
[Now Ignis is the one blushing, hot and blotchy up his neck and cheeks. He didn't mean to let that last one slip out but it was a superlative that absolutely applied. Noctis was stunning and it wasn't fair.]
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Remarkable. Incredible. Amazing? Gorgeous? Oh, hell...
[Now Ignis is the one blushing, hot and blotchy up his neck and cheeks. He didn't mean to let that last one slip out but it was a superlative that absolutely applied. Noctis was stunning and it wasn't fair.]