IC CONTACT FOR HUGS

[iustaegis]

IC CONTACT

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[carbungle]

[Kind of, sort of, maybe. It's not a very uniform uniform.]

Hmm, can you really say that? You showed up to work without any pants on.

[Though there are probably some Crownsguard who've managed the job with booty shorts at some point. Once you hit a certain rank (or go on a world tour with the crown prince) you can wear whatever you want so long as it's black and bears the insignia.]

[iustaegis]

[ More like, no bra on. Because there ain’t nuthin’ beneath that shirt now. ]

Not fair! [ She laughs. ] This— [ Meaning, her booty shorts and those absolute territory stockings. Have a bit of a turn to show off the look of the shirt draping over the top of her shorts. Also, look at that ass, look at it! ] is perfectly fine, if Gladio can go practically shirtless!

[ She’s assuming that Gladio is a Crownsguard, since he has referred to him as a Shield. ]

[carbungle]

[He does look at it. It's a nice ass, though it's more the fashion turn that nets her a bit of playful applause. He doesn't care what Era thinks of it, full black is totally great on Pyra, and she wears it well.]

Okay, you got me there. I'll take short-shorts into consideration for the official Crownsguard uniform when I take back Insomnia.

[Wouldn't Cor just love that proclamation.]

[iustaegis]

[ Gladio in booty shorts tho. This is an Pyra-sanctioned approval of a change to the future. ]

And you? You’ll be adopting this superior fashion change, too?

[carbungle]

No way, the crown can't dress like a Crownsguard. How would they know who they're guarding?

[It's so illogical!]

I'll be in my PJs.

[iustaegis]

[ She... she can't even remotely keep a straight face anymore. ]

N-Noct!

[ She laughs, her shoulders shaking. ] Oh, you're right, you're right. We have to protect our king while he gets his beauty rest.

[carbungle]

[It's a bit of a secret thrill, getting someone to laugh. He's usually not very good at that, it's more Prompto's thing. Just gonna enjoy the ego boost for a bit.]

That's another excellent proclamation. Everyone gets enough sleep. At least nine hours a night if they want it.

[iustaegis]

[ She gestures towards him. ] You may as well forgo the shorts for everyone and assign pajamas to your Crownsguard instead.

[carbungle]

Counterpoint: pajama shorts.

[He doesn't have to wear them, but they're an option!]

[iustaegis]

[ A! Gasp! He is right! ] Where do I sign up?

[carbungle]

[Sign up... the Crownsguard offices? Gods, it's been years since he's been down there. Not that it actually matters here.]

Proclamation #3: no unnecessary paperwork when the king decides he's too lazy to sign something. Consider yourself hired.

[iustaegis]

[ She giggles again, cheering at the fake hiring, as well as his proclamation. ] Crownsguard Pyra, reporting for duty. [ Have a casual salute. ]

Ooh, ooh! May I make a suggestion?

[carbungle]

Permission to speak freely, uh- ...whatever the junior rank is for Crownsguard.

[He makes a note to ask Cor later. He's committing fully to the bit, here.]

[iustaegis]

[ Does this mean she must be at ease or at attention?? She doesn't know, so she places a hand upon her hip. Totally a soldier, this one. ]

Can the next proclamation be about having cake after every victory? King's choice of kind, of course.

[carbungle]

Hmm... I like that one, tempting. Maybe if it's optional. I can think of a few people who'd revolt if it was enforced.

[Prompto's always fussing about his weight and diet even though he's a perpetual string bean (though his concerns are understandable enough). Even as a joke, maybe that one's a little too insensitive.]

And I like just about all cakes, so the type doesn't matter so much. ...Except carrot cake is banned.

[iustaegis]

Eh...? Why not carrot cake?

[ Isn't it a cake, too?? She's only asking because she's curious. ]

[carbungle]

I hate carrots.

[That is literally the only reason.]

[iustaegis]

[ Duly noted. ]

As your junior Crownsguard, I pledge to never serve-- [ "My king"? "My liege"? What fits here? ]-- my pajama-wearing king carrots.

[ Keep a serious face, keep a serious face, hoooolddd it-- ]

[carbungle]

[Oh, bless. He can't hold it at all.]

Keep that up and you'll be promoted in no time.

[iustaegis]

From... from pajama-shorts to a [ Pffft-- ] pajama onesie, mm?

[ Yet soon as his expression breaks into a smile, she cannot hold it any longer, either. Bursting into laughter again, she has to take a few moments to regain her composure. ]

[carbungle]

[Okay, okay, okay. Even he can't fight a chuckle at that one. The mental image is too absurd- especially when it comes hand in hand with the thought of the Crownsguard he knows wearing onesies while fighting daemons.]

We might have to rename the Crown City at this rate, with everyone sleeping and wearing PJs.

[iustaegis]

[ Right. Because it's named Insomnia. She gets it! ] What about... Sleepytown, capital of Lucis.

[carbungle]

I don't know, that doesn't sound fancy enough. Lucians can get weird if you don't respect the old tongue.

[AKA needs more fantasy Latin.]

Hypersomnia?

[iustaegis]

[ She nods in agreement. ] Your land is one of many traditions, I've noticed. [ She's assuming that Insomnia was named for Somnus in some way; might as well keep that "somn" part in it somehow, even if this is all play-pretend. ]

But this PJ tradition can be started with you, and I [ A total outsider. ] like it!

[carbungle]

You're not wrong there.

[Some traditions are better than others; a name would be a small concession for all of the silly proclamations being made in this fantasy reality they're crafting. Plus it sounds cool. His city should be cool.

He holds his hand out to her, fingers clenched into a fist. Bump! And when he speaks, his voice is a bit melodramatic and formal, playfully so.]

Let it be decreed, by order of the king.