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Hey, remember how I once wanted to draw a picture of your Iris and my Loqi in the World of Ruin time with both their prosthesis? Your hc post yesterday reminded me of it. 

Everything happened way too fast, leaving him a sputtering mess about a second before he actually squawks just a little too much like a chocobo.  That, of course, leads to an embarrassed hand over his mouth, and that only leads to more embarrassment.

Well.  He's glad to hear Iris laugh, anyway.  Even if it’s at his expense.  He tries to hold on to a very dramatic and of course serious pout as he carefully unwraps a scrap of paper and--

Forgets he was supposed to be pouting.  It’s wonder on his face and then the kind of shaky little smile that indicates a deeper wealth of emotions than what one expression could possibly show.  He’d... been trying to take pictures again, for all their sake, of neat things and wonders he’d come across, resolved and determined to keep them all going even in the smallest ways.  The feather... that feels more personal in a way.  Useful, obviously, but... any little good luck charm is appreciated.  A good gift in itself.

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She passes by where he's seated in the dining hall and, just before she heads out for her patrol shift that she's already late for, she quickly pinches his cheek. Presses a light kiss atop ginger hair, too, just because she can reach it while he's hunched over his food. It's all playfully affectionate; seems the Amicitia daughter is getting more and more relaxed around the former glaive. "Say hi to the little sunshine for me, too."

For a moment, Tredd sits there, utterly poleaxed.

Iris Amicitia has never been comfortable around him, and he doesn’t blame her for it. Maybe it’s the friendship his daughter has struck up with Talcott, or the fact that Tredd is able and willing to sign with the boy.

It isn’t forgiveness, he knows, but perhaps... acceptance, of a sort.

aera,,, in crystal stasis this whole time tho,,,,

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Even while keeping her head tilted down, it’s a struggle to maintain a casual face the second she notices Noct approaching her with that body and facial language. What now–

The remark is totally unexpected, and the lack of context only makes it even more hilarious– but she plays along, does her best to keep the laughter stifled in her throat, which she finds she has to clear a few time before managing to get her words out.

“Like what?” She makes sure to bring a hand up to cover her grin, as if secrets are being traded, trusts broken. Their voices are just above a murmur and the way they’re standing so close right now, Iris can see out of the corner of her eye that these details are enough to garner Gladio’s attention, even as he stands well away from them.

“Ohhh, you mean the…” here she gives the slightest of nod at her brother. “Yeah. Or maybe the other thing you mentioned…?” And then a slight cant of her head, gaze flitting now to Noct, her crimson gaze sparkling with amusement and curiosity over this sudden game. What’s this about?

The sweeping gesture of his hand is small, somehow subtle and indicating everything that is Gladio all at once.  “He’s got that thing, you know?”  Okay, maybe she does and maybe she doesn’t, and maybe it’s a whole lot of conversation someone shouldn’t be having with a guy’s sister, but at the same time he can’t be alone in noticing.  Or wondering.

“He could charm anyone if he really wanted to.  No effort at all.  He’s got that stupid sweet smile and he knows a little about everything and–  All I get is the drill sergeant.”  Okay, that’s not completely fair and accurate, but basically true.

Aerith holds the puff of flowers still so that they don’t bop her on the nose. “They came up out of nowhere one day, I thought they were weeds, but they have this lovely scent. ‘Nothing this lovely is a weed’, was my thought.” And their voices... soft, like running water. The seeds must have come from a wild plant, as crazy as it sounded.