[Following his nose to something that smelled - well, like food at least - Noct ended up rounding the corner in his blanket cocoon and hesitates at the doorway. There's actually someone in here and he looks about as good as he feels, which is like shit, and bugging them for a bowl of whatever is in the pot doesn't quite feel right. Turning away when he sneezes hard enough to make a mess of himself and groaning, Noct rolls part of the blanket down to cover up the snot mess and pushes his bangs half-hazardly off his face.
Well. Here goes nothing.]
Hey. Are you... done with that? [He will at least go wash his hands before he comes anywhere near the kid on the stool.]
week two
Well. Here goes nothing.]
Hey. Are you... done with that? [He will at least go wash his hands before he comes anywhere near the kid on the stool.]