hugtopia | [video] what a happy nerd

[The video opens with the camera up close to Noctis, where he's trying very hard to look serious while fighting off what can only be considered giddiness.]

Hey, question for Havenwell at large... I'm pretty disappointed right now.

[He turns the camera, revealing a little lake, sparkling blue-green in colour and surrounded by lush foliage. There's a soft splash just off the shore, and Noctis utters a muffled, "there you are!" fumbling with the communicator for a moment until a lure goes flying towards it, attached to a fishing line.

When the camera returns to Noctis, he is grinning like an absolute fool, holding his fishing rod.]

Why did no one tell me about this place? Or am I the first? I hope I'm the first. Can I name it? [His voice lowers, conspiratorial.] There's fish here.

[The video cuts off, but included in his message are the coordinates to what one might assume is the pond in question, where Noct can be found fishing all. Day. Long. There's a blue chocobo curled up on a nearby rock, waiting patiently for him to finish as she's done dozens of times before.]

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[He has his moments.]

If that's what she wants, sure.

We.... actually, just want to fish with you.

[ Time for her own slyness. ]

We did talk about fishing in Elysium, didn't we? A while back.

[He kind of forgot, but...]

With you.... as bait.

[ THREE TWO ONE SHE'S GONNA TRY TO PUSH HIM IN-- ]

[Under normal circumstances, he might have allowed it, or at least gotten pushed and dragged her with him. But Pyra, Pyra. He is fishing, here. You don't interrupt Noct while he's fishing. (Also he pushes in people, not the other way around!)

So when she tries he just kind of phases to the side, allowing momentum to do the rest of the work. Good luck, beloved girlfriend.]

[ SPLOOSH!!! There she goes, into the murky lake water, filled with alien fish.

She emerges a second later, hair clinging to her face and with a piece of suspicious lakeweed on top of her bangs. ]

That--.... [ A sputter. ] didn't turn out as planned.

[ She says, peeling off the piece of lakeweed from her head as she treads water. It's deeper than she expected, hum. ]

[He can't help a light laugh as she re-surfaces, having reeled in the lure again. He rests the rod against his shoulder and crouches down, offering his hand out to her to pull her out.]

Anything nibbling your toes?

[ The water! Is so gross!! ]

No, but... [ She takes his hand, wanting nothing more to be out of the water. ]

I'm not willing to wait and find out!

[You were gonna throw your boyfriend in that, you monster.]

Okay, okay. Up we go. [And pull! He lifts her up again, fetching a bit of a lily pad off of her headband.] Now who's the one with fish breath?

[ Just desserts^{like chocolate ^flan} ]

I'll have you know, I ate zero fish while in the water! My lips were sealed.

My nose is spared.

[He doesn't seem to mind that she's soaked and kelpy, using their joined hands to tug her in for a kiss. Wet, fish breath, whatever, he's into it.]

[ His name is silenced with an awkward "oomf" as his lips collide with hers, and she needs a moment to adjust to the kiss. Thankfully, it's not too long before she's giggling into his mouth, her teeth clinking against his.

Pyra pulls away to look at him, draping her arms over his shoulders and linking her hands behind his neck. Although she's drenched, her skin and body remain warm, and she's not the least bit uncomfortable. It helps that she's a walking furnace, too, so it's not as if she'll stay wet for long. ]

...Ah, no fish-breath. Only sweetness. [ Probably tastes like whatever last sweets he's eaten. ]

[He gives a thoughtful sniff, scrunching up his nose as he bumps it against hers, enjoying her warmth despite the waterlogged clothing soaking into his own. For the moment, he dismisses his fishing rod back into the armory so he can hold her.]

You do smell a bit like the lake, though.

[ She has no complaints, being pressed up against him, and her lips brush across his as she speaks. She's enjoying the affection and closeness, his teasing and-- oh, finally, he's dismissed the fishing pole so he can hold her with two hands, properly. ]

It can't be too terrible a scent, if you're still this close to me.

I happen to like fish.

[And he must like her an awful lot if he's taking a break from fishing to get cozy, right? That's totally why.]

[ She knows he likes her if he’s putting away the fishing rod to compliment her as a fish. ]

And I like fishermen.

[ She replies, giving him a kiss at the edge of his lips, then the center of them. …And another one, lingering and savoring, just for good measure, but she stops there just in case for him.

Her palm makes its way to his cheek, caressing the side of his face. ]

Especially the one who’s caught me.

[His expression turns mischievous, idly licking his lips as they draw back from the kisses. Tastes like lake.]

That's a rare trait for my catches to have… most of them would rather put up a fight, but you fell right into my arms. What should I do with such an enthusiastic fish?

[This feels a bit like some kind of mermaid fairytale parody. Perhaps she has a water-elemental in there somewhere, too?]

[ Her eyes flit down to his lips as his tongue peeks out of that mischievous smile, and she can't help but give a soft giggle, even as she pretends to emulate a fish and give him a silly little wiggle of her body against his. ~~These dorks.~~

What does one do with a fish? Well, he is a sushi chef-- ]

I'm not sure, but you look as if you're about to eat me up.

[The wiggle makes him squirm a bit in turn, his hands lowering to her hips. They're in public, so it's not like he can do much, but he can tease in return a bit.]

I can't help it, when I see fish wrapped in seaweed I just wanna take a bite.

[ What a shame they're in public, she can think to herself, but she knows how he is, and she doesn't want to do more than what he's comfortable with.

So, her hands move once more from their respective positions to settle upon his chest, warm as always, and feeling the soft fabric of his shirt. His hands upon her hips keep their bodies close, and she's not protesting there. She feels light in his arms, and... happy, too. Teasing can be fun in of itself, silly but with warmth and attraction, the kind that makes her cheeks flush a tender pink when he says he wants to take a bite. ]

This fisherman is getting a little too ahead of himself. [ One of her hands upon her chest lifts up to his jaw, and a finger delicately crooks beneath his chin. ] You don't want to unwrap me first?

[He gives a musing hmmm at that, closing his eyes for a moment and just quietly feeling her warmth. He's gotten to fish for a while now… he's had a great day. And here she is, cozy and warm in his arms despite her little dip in the lake. He's got a bucket of weird fish already, and he can certainly come back. Meanwhile, the blush on her cheeks is so cute.

Maybe he is getting ahead of himself, but he can read the room, so to speak. He knows what he's doing. He dips his head a bit to kiss the tip of her finger, then leans in close to her ear, voice lowering conspiratorially.]

I should probably do that kind of unwrapping at home.

[video] what a happy nerd

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