"As far as polite fiction goes," Ignis said, with a grin that seemed as reluctance as his allowance to Gladio a moment ago, "I'd put it at maybe a two. As for the rest of it?" He adjusted his glasses and gave Nina a bit of a look before drifting back towards dinner. "I'll need to finish processing a few things before I decide on that."
His Christmas present was still something that he was not sure what to make of.
"I'd give your welcome a three, Nina," Prompto offered, to be a brat.
"Six," said Gladio.
There was a moment, probably longer than it should have been, before Noctis seemed to decide on his answer, which he gave without looking away from the game. "Seven."
A sound of grim death from the TV brought Prompto's attention back. "H-hey, no fair! I was distracted!"
Noctis grinned faintly at the victory and changed his answer. "Eight." He glanced over now that they weren't in the middle of a match. "You didn't bring more presents, did you?"
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His Christmas present was still something that he was not sure what to make of.
"I'd give your welcome a three, Nina," Prompto offered, to be a brat.
"Six," said Gladio.
There was a moment, probably longer than it should have been, before Noctis seemed to decide on his answer, which he gave without looking away from the game. "Seven."
A sound of grim death from the TV brought Prompto's attention back. "H-hey, no fair! I was distracted!"
Noctis grinned faintly at the victory and changed his answer. "Eight." He glanced over now that they weren't in the middle of a match. "You didn't bring more presents, did you?"