Of course the effort to keep the conversation from turning serious is doomed, as Rose knew it would be. Rose clearly can't help saying ominous, eerily-relevant things, and Noctis doesn't seem to have much of a filter. "Greater knowledge doesn't necessarily lead to greater freedom," she says with an apologetic half-smile. "My experience suggests the reverse, at least."
But she's happy to show off her tentacles. "But my experience also helps me with these. I've been playing around with tentacles since I was a teenager." She's aware of how that sounds and doesn't care. "It helps that I'm--as you've noticed--pretty light. And an octopus-wife is a shapeshifter--the same way octopi change colors, the yokai disguises itself as a human woman--"
And then another stupidly-obvious thing occurs. In just a moment or two, Noctis has Rose in a classic BF/GF waist-lock. One side of her chest brushes against his, and her temple grazes the wispy black hair that frames his face. Truth be told, Rose preferred the more suggestive position--there's a difference in her mind between "sexual" and "intimate," and the red string has pulled them over that line. This time, she's blushing too.
"Ugh. Stupid," she berates herself. So eager to show off that she didn't think about the consequences, as per usual. "Okay, clearly it's time to get down to brass tacks. Noctis, you're going to have to hand-feed me." Rose is not going to have her first kiss-or-whatever in Amani be dictated by a fucking string, and she can't have a serious conversation about destiny and the price of knowledge while locked in a lover's-lane stroll.
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But she's happy to show off her tentacles. "But my experience also helps me with these. I've been playing around with tentacles since I was a teenager." She's aware of how that sounds and doesn't care. "It helps that I'm--as you've noticed--pretty light. And an octopus-wife is a shapeshifter--the same way octopi change colors, the yokai disguises itself as a human woman--"
And then another stupidly-obvious thing occurs. In just a moment or two, Noctis has Rose in a classic BF/GF waist-lock. One side of her chest brushes against his, and her temple grazes the wispy black hair that frames his face. Truth be told, Rose preferred the more suggestive position--there's a difference in her mind between "sexual" and "intimate," and the red string has pulled them over that line. This time, she's blushing too.
"Ugh. Stupid," she berates herself. So eager to show off that she didn't think about the consequences, as per usual. "Okay, clearly it's time to get down to brass tacks. Noctis, you're going to have to hand-feed me." Rose is not going to have her first kiss-or-whatever in Amani be dictated by a fucking string, and she can't have a serious conversation about destiny and the price of knowledge while locked in a lover's-lane stroll.