[Oh, he hears that hint of laughter, thank you. He can feel it, creeping not only in his words, but in that little pinprick of amusement just at the edges of their mental connection.]
Don't start laughing.
[Noctis should know better than to request that. It always heralds actual laughter.]
I definitely won't be able to fight if you try to smother me to death. [The material is yanking around him, probably because of Bellamy trying to still stubbornly remove it, and Noctis wiggles a bit. He whines:]
no subject
Don't start laughing.
[Noctis should know better than to request that. It always heralds actual laughter.]
I definitely won't be able to fight if you try to smother me to death. [The material is yanking around him, probably because of Bellamy trying to still stubbornly remove it, and Noctis wiggles a bit. He whines:]
I'm going to die in this thing.
[#dramatic]