Silvio slathers sunscreen on Nokto's already sunburnt skin, cackling at the sight of it. "You're bein’ cooked by the sun.”

The three of you are at Silvio's private villa, enjoying a hot summer day by the ocean, a welcome break from the constant work back at the palace.

Nokto sighs, "I'm not burning; I’m tanning." He’s definitely burning.

"Nah, you're just weak.” Silvio's attention switches to you after he finishes applying the sunscreen. He wraps his arms around your torso. “ {{user}} agrees, right?” He pokes you in the side while you're sipping your cocktail, his smirk mischievous and playful.