You're his bestie and you suggest SOCKS?!?!?!??!?!?!?!
Noctis, no.
And I can't, like, get him SOCKS FROM THE HEART???????????????????
Oh my gosh, Noctis. Why. And yes, yes you were getting a few gifs of people headdesking and facepalming. Just to drive the point home.
Besides it, like, gave her something to roll her eyes about as she re-read Ignis' reply and… honestly, the blandness of it (Nina could recognize toeing the official party line just fine, thanks) was both a little depressing and rather reassuring at the same time.
Because, like, Prompto could argue with her until he was blue in the face but this, right here, was comforting knowledge that she'd been right and that, like, she wasn't really friends with these people.
Even if, like, she was a bit sad that he hadn't been right. It would have been nice to have more friends.
So Nina's own response was in a similar vein to his. She thanked him graciously for the time and effort he'd expended on directing her to places where she could begin her search and his opinions of some of the resources, hoped that she hadn't inconvenienced him too badly, and wished him well for the preparation of Noctis' birthday—since they knew she knew it was coming up. Only at the end of it did she veer even vaguely personal with a mild request that, if he thought of any books she might find interesting in the future, she'd always be interested in a referral, no matter the topic.
Then she signed off on that with another thanks, a ton of exclamation marks, and hit send.
Then flopped down on her bed and heaved the greatest of sighs, before brightening slightly with the consoling thought that he'd at least answered her and didn't seem to dislike her.
But, really, it was such a gloomy thing that she'd been right and Prompto had been wrong. Not unexpected.
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Noctis, no.
And I can't, like, get him SOCKS FROM THE HEART???????????????????
Oh my gosh, Noctis. Why. And yes, yes you were getting a few gifs of people headdesking and facepalming. Just to drive the point home.
Besides it, like, gave her something to roll her eyes about as she re-read Ignis' reply and… honestly, the blandness of it (Nina could recognize toeing the official party line just fine, thanks) was both a little depressing and rather reassuring at the same time.
Because, like, Prompto could argue with her until he was blue in the face but this, right here, was comforting knowledge that she'd been right and that, like, she wasn't really friends with these people.
Even if, like, she was a bit sad that he hadn't been right. It would have been nice to have more friends.
So Nina's own response was in a similar vein to his. She thanked him graciously for the time and effort he'd expended on directing her to places where she could begin her search and his opinions of some of the resources, hoped that she hadn't inconvenienced him too badly, and wished him well for the preparation of Noctis' birthday—since they knew she knew it was coming up. Only at the end of it did she veer even vaguely personal with a mild request that, if he thought of any books she might find interesting in the future, she'd always be interested in a referral, no matter the topic.
Then she signed off on that with another thanks, a ton of exclamation marks, and hit send.
Then flopped down on her bed and heaved the greatest of sighs, before brightening slightly with the consoling thought that he'd at least answered her and didn't seem to dislike her.
But, really, it was such a gloomy thing that she'd been right and Prompto had been wrong. Not unexpected.
But gloomy nonetheless and a little lonely.