𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋 . . .

AND THOUGH IT TOOK ME AWHILE, I'M READY NOW.

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BY  THE  COVENANTS  AWAKENED  ,  THE  SIX  HAVE  SEEN  THE  COMING  OF  THE  PROPHESIED  HOUR  —  A  TIME  WHEN  THE  CRYSTAL  SHALL  HAVE  SHED  THE  ENTIRETY  OF  ITS  LIGHT  UNTO  THE  RING  .  ONLY  THEN  ,  ONCE  THE  SACRED  RING  IS  REPLETE  ,  CAN  THE  TRUE  KING  COMPLETE  HIS  ASCENSION  .  AND  ONLY  BY  THE  TRUE  KING'S  HAND  CAN  THE  IMMORTAL  ACCURSED  BE  BANISHED  AND  THE  LIGHT  RESTORED  TO  THIS  WORLD  .

THE  KING  OF  KINGS  WILL  BE  GRANTED  THE  POWER  TO  BANISH  THE  DARKNESS  ,  BUT  THE  BLOOD  PRICE  MUST  BE  PAID  .

                                    MANY  SACRIFICED  ALL  FOR  THE  KING  ; 

          SO  MUST  THE  KING  SACRIFICE  HIMSELF  FOR  ALL  .

                                            " Thank  you . "

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happy ffxv birthday ;_;

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ok unfortunately my noctis muse is only wanting to wake up every couple months bc SOMEONE. (cloud muse). wants to rule the world. (my brain).

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sorry mom

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happy birthday, my son! pack up, it's time to go fishing!!!! :)))

  @umbrites

It's  like  a  dream  come  true  .  He'd  awoken  to  daunting  castle  walls  ,  ever  -  towering  ,  a  constant  reminder  that  he'll  never  live  up  to  their  heights  ;  he'll  never  reach  their  expectations  .  The  walls  ,  however  ,  seem  less  frightening  when  Mom  holds  his  hand  through  them  .  Well   .   .   .   they  did  .  And  here  ,  now  ,  they  do  .  He's  twenty  -  one  years  old  today  ,  and  his  mother  stands  at  his  side  in  a  Crown  City  that  has  not  been  ravaged  to  a  daemon  -  infested  hellscape  .  There  is  light  when  they  open  the  doors  to  the  Citadel  ,  the  sun  shining  brilliantly  lighting  the  features  of  her  face  he  thought  he'd  long  forgotten  ,  and  the  air  feels  cheery  ,  lighthearted  .  She  surprises  him  with  the  fishing  pole  he  had  asked  his  father  for  as  a  child  ,  and  received  ,  but  it's  been  years  since  he's  touched  it  .  He  thought  it  lost  to  the  Niflheim  raid  ,  and  tried  not  to  think  too  hard  on  its  existence  .  There  were  other  ,  more  important  things  to  concern  himself  with   .   .   .   Except  ,  none  of  that  happened  ,  did  it  ?  Not  here  .  Not  now  .  That  universe  doesn't  exist  inside  of  this  one  .

He  smiles  at  his  mom  ,  living  beside  him  ,  their  fingers  entwined  as  they  walk  that  streets  decorated  in  accordance  with  the  Prince's  birth  celebration  .  There's  a  nervousness  that  sits  in  his  stomach  that  fills  him  with  what  she  once  told  him  was  butterflies  in  his  stomach  .  He  believed  it  then  ,  but  by  now  ,  he  knows  better  .  He  wasn't  sure  he'd  ever  be  able  to  tell  her  .  As  he  stares  down  the  celebratory  streets  ,  it's  hard  to  contain  his  smile  ,  and  equally  embarrassing  that  he  feels  so  elated  during  it  .  He  forces  it  down  to  something  more  appropriate  ,  more  princely  ,  perhaps  ?  Regardless  ,  he  forgoes  all  etiquette  of  his  royal  lineage  when  they  reach  the  dock  as  he  treks  immediately  through  the  mud  ,  dirtying  his  sneakers  and  the  first  eleven  centimeters  of  his  denim  pants  .  He  hates  the  feeling  ,  but  only  when  he's  out  of  the  water  .  It's  a  suffering  he'll  deal  with  later  .  A  problem  for  future  Noctis  .  Right  now  ,  he's  fishing  with  Mom  .  He'd  always  wished  they  got  a  chance  like  this  .

The  prince  shows  the  queen  how  he  hooks  his  bait  and  lure  ,  how  he  casts  his  line  ,  the  expertise  he's  gained  through  the  years  of  fighting  his  feelings  through  the  durability  of  his  Dragon's  Beard  .  Excited  laughter  bubbles  from  his  chest  as  he  reels  in  a  big  one  ,  The  Regal  Arapaima  ,  and  as  pride  explodes  within  him  ,  he  looks  to  see  if  his  mom  is  watching  ,  and  she's  gone  .  Where'd  she  go  ?  She  missed  the  best  part  .  Anxiety  sinks  atop  his  throat  ,  steels  his  cheeks  ,  and  sits  heavy  like  a  brick  within  his  lungs  . 

'   Mom   .   .   .   ?  ‘   He  mouths  ,  but  does  not  speak  .  He  cannot  speak  .  Try  as  he  might  ,  no  words  escape  him  .  Instead  ,  he  opens  his  eyes  ,  and  pitch  black  darkness  captures  his  sights  ,  the  feeling  of  a  hotel’s  air  conditioner  pushes  against  the  sweat  on  his  skin  .  Ah  . 

He  guesses  it  was  just  a  dream  .

Rolling  back  over  into  his  temporary  bedding  ,  he  closes  his  eyes  tightly  and  remains  silent  that  no  one  else  might  concern  themselves  with  his  plight  of  reality  .  Happy  birthday  ,  Noctis  .  He  can  hear  it  in  her  voice  .  There's  a  sense  of  peace  in  knowing  she's  watching  over  him  ,  but  the  grief  of  her  absence  never  abandons him  .

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❝ oh noct~, ❞ the singsong tone of prompto's voice carries into the room, the man appearing a moment later with a bright smile adorning his lips. after all, it was his best friend and boyfriend's birthday! ❝ happy birthday! i got you something, i hope you like it. ❞

freckled arms move from around his back to present the other with his gift: a thick photo album with pictures spanning all the years they've known each other, each year sectioned out nicely. many were pictures saw at one point or another, but prompto had put in a lot that the other hadn't seen before, including some candid shots that he was only slightly less embarrassed of now that they were dating. still, that doesn't stop his shyness from growing, bashfully looking away after a moment.

❝ i, uh, also got you that new game that you wanted. y'know, if this is too much. ❞

  ( from @lumined )

❛   huh  ?  ❜   he  pulls  off  his  headset  ,  instinctually  pressing  his  finger  to  the  (  START  )  button  that  labels  his  screen  with  ‘  PAUSED  ’  ,  and  suddenly  with  all  of  the  electronic  sensations  dying  down  ,  his  mind  is  able  to  come  back  down  to  eos  .  interrupted  only  by  the  familiar  sing  -  song  tone  of  prompto's  voice  ,  he  offers  a  questioning  smile  ,  both  hopeful  and  unintentionally  ,  somewhat  guarded  .  ❛ that  what  day  it  is  ?  ❜   he  teases  ,  knowing  fully  the  day  of  the  calendar  ,  having  not  been  able  to  stop  thinking  about  it  the  entire  day  . 

the  prince  smiles  still  when   he  accepts  the  book  -  like  gift  ,  opening  it  ,  of  course  ,  and  revealing  its  stored  contents  of  all  of  his  work  .  carefully  do  his  fingers  flip  the  through  the  pages  ,  lingering  on  certain  photos  that  documented  the  tales  between  the  two  of  them  ,  and  smiling  fondly  as  he  recalls  each  memory  he's  grateful  to  have  been  a  part  of  . 

❛   this  must've  taken  forever  .   ❜   he  looks  at  him  ,  both  surprised  and  impressed  ,  and  equally  touched  .   ❛   some  of  these  pictures  are  ancient  .   ❜   he  gives  a  laugh  at  the  reminiscence  of  simpler  ,  sillier  times  ,  but  when  prompto's  eyes  dart  from  his  ,  he's  a  bit  more  aware  of  the  gravity  of  the  situation  .  he  prepared  something  else  ?  normally  he'd  think  it  overkill  ,  but  he's  a  little  more  aware  of  his  boyfriend's  situation  ,  and  how  his  thoughts  tend  to  eat  at  him  .   ❛   hey  ,  why  not  both  ?   ❜   he's  careful  not  to  reject  either  gift  prompto  took  time  out  of  his  life  and  money  out  of  his  wallet  to  supply  him  -  them  -  in  noctis's  mind  ,  and  gives  him  a  light  shoulder  nudge  .   ❛  i'm  keeping  it  .  i'll  save  and  we  can  start  the  new  one  together  .  that  cool  ?   ❜   because  he  can  only  assume  he's  also  here  to  hang  out  for  the  next  few  hours  at  least  .

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standing there, arms full of a bouquet of colorful lilies, tifa could admit that she felt a little silly. she wasn't even sure if noctis liked flowers, but she'd purchased the flowers without thinking too much about it & by the time the nervousness had truly settled in, she was moments away from giving his gift, & it was far too late.

she tried to tuck her uncertainty away when she finally made her approach, her smile bright as she pushed the flowers into his hands. ❛ happy birthday! ❜ her tone came in a delighted cheer, newly freed hands clasping together in her excitement. ❛ i hope they're not too much, but ignis did say that your apartment could use a little brightening up! ❜

releasing her hold with a laugh, one hand reached into her pocket, relaxing once she felt the cool metal of his gift. ❛ i got you something else, too! ❜ a long chain with a charm at the end carved into the shape of a fish hung off of tifa's fingers as she held it up so he could see it properly. she knew that it matched the charms she wore on her own fighting gloves, & a part of her idly wondered if this gift would truly be okay with noctis–––– the subtle marking of the two of them as a match. a set.

❛ here. ❜ she gestured for his free hand, smiling once it was held in her own. with gentle movements, she began to weave the charm around his glove, speaking as she did. ❛ this reminded me of that picture you showed me. the one of the, um... ❜ her teeth worried her lip as she thought. she'd spent so much time committing the name to memory, surely she hadn't forgotten now. ❛ the vesper gar! ❜ there was nothing she could do about her smile–––– proud & bright for the mere fact that she had remembered, & that she knew that she shape of the charm did match, with a few liberties taken.

❛ i knew as soon as i saw it that I had to get it for you. ❜ the thought of saving it for his birthday hadn't come until after she had already made the purchase. finally, she finished, the charm wrapped around his wrist in a way that she hoped matched the subtle details in most of his outfits. tifa held onto his hand with both of her own for a few moments longer, studying the charm closely before her gaze turned to meet his own.

❛ well? what do you think? ❜

  ( august of '24 , from @starshcwer )

the  day  was  dull  as  usual  ,  his  expectations  abandoned  to  the  wind  before  the  day  even  started  .  despite  his  princelihood  ,  birthdays  just  never  felt  that  special  .  bittersweet  ,  almost  ,  but  never  anything  ecstatic  .  not  since   .   .   .   -   ding  -  dong  !  the  doorbell  chimes  ,  interrupting  his  thoughts  that  were  spurred  on  only  by  the  idea  of  his  hunger  and  lacking  food  in  his  apartment   -   then  ,  the  lacking  people  ,  the  lacking  celebration  .  however  ,  such  a  thought  is  interrupted  ,  disproven  ,  perhaps  ,  with  the  presence  of  a  specific  person  ,  standing  before  her  with  her  heart  on  her  sleeve  ,  and  flowers  that  hide  the  most  perfect  features  of  her  face  .  ‘  happy  birthday  !  ’  and  she  casts  the  stemmed  petals  ,  an  array  of  different  colors  ,  into  his  hands  .  he  glances  at  them  ,  then  glances  at  her  ,  and  smiles  something  far  more  meaningful  than  receiving  a  gift  on  his  birthday  .  no  one's  ever  given  him  flowers  before  .  not  since   .   .   .   -   ‘   .   .   .   ignis  did  say  your  apartment  could  use  some  brightening  up  !  ’  yeah  ,  well  of  course  he  did  .  he  lets  out  a  scoff  of  a  laugh  ,  eyes  half  rolling  before  focusing  back  toward  tifa  lockhart  ,  who  almost  restlessly  insists  on  more  . 

his  hand  is  taken  gently  into  hers  .  she  always  seems  gentle  ,  despite  her  air  of  usual  badassery  and  daunting  skill  ,  and  he  watches  with  his  lips  just  slightly  ajar  .  he  still  hasn't  gotten  a  chance  to  say  much  ,  stems  held  clumsily  in  one  hand  ,  the  other  wrapped  in  tifa's  fingers  as  she  ties  a  glinting  silver  piece  to  his  glove  .  he  gives  the  faintest  laugh  ,  like  the  situation  itself  is  unbelievable  ,  but  in  a  good  way  .  ❛  hey  -   ❜   but  he  can't  finish  the  thought  before  the  charm  is  tied  sturdily  to  his  attire  ,  and  he  wonders  just  how  nimbly  her  fingers  work  ?  that  would've  taken  him  ages  ,  probably  . 

then  ,  finally  ,  ‘  what  do  you  think  ?  ’ 

❛   how'd  you  even  find  this  thing  ?   ❜   he's  both  distracted  from  the  initial  gift  ,  still  making  its  presence  known  within  his  palm  ,  and  impressed  by  its  standard  .  and  by  its  existence  in  general  .  ❛   obviously  ,  i  like  it  .  it's  the  vesper  gar  .  matches  yours  ,  doesn't  it  ?   ❜   he  grins  with  something  hopeful  .   ❛ come  in  .  you  gotta  show  me  where  to  put  these  .   ❜   because  at  this  point  ,  it  seems  everyone's  aware  of  his  lacking  skill  in  interior  design  .  as  she  enters  the  entrance  hall  ,  he  pulls  her  into  a  quick  ,  and  somewhat  awkward  ,  side  hug  ,  a  splay  of  pink  upon  his  cheeks  ,  as  he  expresses  his  gratitude  with  a  short  and  sweet  ,   ❛   thanks  ,  tifa  .   ❜

guess  things  aren't  so  bad  after  all  .

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their relationship could best be described as firsts. their first meeting being the very bones of the church they restore together, creating a home in the upper level of the sanctum. their first playful exchanges, uttered through slum grown florets . . . communicating their every desire and admiration toward one-another. their first year celebrating each other's birthdays --- -- she, peppering endearments into the ravens cheek, & his specially pressed blooms, inside a notebook specially chosen for her.

this year, would be their first year celebrating his birthday as partners, living under the same roof. & as the creak of the floorboards indicates his awakening, aerith sprints to meet her beloved in the doorframe, in allowing him to groggily saunter into the kitchen to resume his morning routine. ❛ goood morning, sunshine ! . . . you're up bright and early. ❜ leaning inward to press her chin into his collar, jade irises admire his somnolent expression. ❛ but . . . i think i understand why you're up with the sun this morning --- -- you're ready to get your birthday on ! ❜

with a quick peck pressed against the apple of his cheek, the florist steps to reveal the gift settled against the countertop inside the kitchen. through his various fishing trips, surrounded by his "brothers" . . . she couldn't help but notice the lack of equipment he brought with him. & after months of researching, filling ( & cleverly hiding throughout the downstairs flower shop ) --- -- aerith presented noctis with his very own tackle box, including one of the pictures they took together inside the corner store: she with candles in her palm, he taking the photo one handed all while his nostrils pressed inside the wax container . . . a souring expression coating his features. it's one of her favourites --- their first selfie, her first lockscreen photo of them being . . . them.

❛ happy birthday, noctis ! ❜ palms clasp together in delight, rocking forward and back on the balls of her feet. ❛ do you like it ? ❜ 🤍

  ( august of '24 , from @callholy )

the  morning  light  pours  in  through  his  dimly  lit  bedroom  window  ,  peaking  beneath  the  opaque  night  of  his  curtains  ,  and  offering  him  a  tired  greeting  .  he  yawns  quietly  ,  audibly  still  ,  to  himself  ,  shoving  his  head  beneath  the  covers  that  he  finds  himself  bundled  into  ,  curled  like  he's  shaped  himself  into  his  own  personal  nest  .  eyes  close  ,  refusing  the  waking  that  threatens  his  dreams  ,  and  before  long  ,  he  grows  increasingly  more  bored  as  his  anxious  heartrate  refuses  him  the  privilege  of  lingering  rest  .  he  knows  what  day  it  is  ,  and  for  some  reason  that  makes  him  more  upset  .  it's  his  birthday  ,  can't  he  at  least  get  himself  to  sleep  in  ?  needless  to  say  ,  it's  not  long  before  he's  shifted  himself  ,  knees  draped  over  his  mattress  ,  the  coldness  of  the  floor  touching  his  feet  .  he  shivers  at  the  feeling  and  pulls  them  back  up  ,  throwing  on  the  socks  he  released  into  the  blankets  the  night  prior  .  trying  that  again  ,  he  sighs  .  much  better  .

sleepily  ,  he  saunters  into  him  and  aerith's  shared  living  quarters  .  they've  been  officially  together  for  awhile  now  ,  but  truth  be  told  ,  he's  not  the  type  to  keep  track  .  his  memory  can  be  a  bit  foggy  ,  and  he's  more  interested  in  living  in  the  moment   .   .   .   regardless  ,  he  holds  little  surprise  when  aerith  is  already  awake  ,  making  direct  eye  contact  with  him  ,  and  wishing  him  a  sing  -  song  good  morning  .  his  response  is  lackluster  in  comparison  .  ❛   mmh  .  mornin'  .   ❜

she's  cheery  ,  and  he's  exhausted  ,  but  her  mood  lightens  his  with  a  smile  ,  relieved  perhaps  ,  that  someone  cares  .  not  only  that  someone  cares  ,  but  that  they  care  enough  to  let  him  know  it  .

❛  no  way  .  i  wanted  to  sleep  way  more  .   ❜   he  jokes  with  more  of  a  half  -  truth  than  an  honest  jest  .  and  with  that  ,  she  presses  a  kiss  to  his  cheek  ,  and  still  ,  he  shies  at  the  gesture  .  he  has  two  responses  to  her  physical  affections  :  shyness  versus  confidence  ,  and  what  she  gets  entirely  depends  on  his  current  mood  .  his  cheeks  flush  just  slightly  ,  and  he  gives  her  a  dismissing  smile  .   ❛   okay  ,  okay  .   ❜

hands  assess  the  gift  she's  bestowed  upon  him  ,  and  he  gives  it  a  twice  over  ,  ensuring  he's  certain  of  all  of  its  contents  .  his  grin  widens  and  he  holds  the  box  ,  admiring  all  of  its  wares  and  the  surprise  photo  stored  within  . 

❛  yeah  ,  i  do  .  this  is  awesome  .   ❜   he  glances  back  to  her  ,   ❛ you  know  this  one's  one  of  my  favorites  ?   ❜

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noctis birth btw

[flowers-of-tenebrae]

Ignis: Clawed his way into your heart. Gladio: Might keep clinging fur-ever.

Final Fantasy XV (2016)⋆

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOCTIS

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noctis bday.. TOMORROW

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noctis birthday... 12 days

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watching noctis's return to hammerhead scene after the 10 yr skip and wallowing in my own personal hell... but MAN the way he's like... so despondent and hopeful at the same time, ray chase did such a good job at portraying his voice in that scene i think. where talcott is explaining the world and how everything's changed and noctis is just sitting there taking it all in, curious and scared, while simultaneously excited to see his dear friends again, while also dealing with the idea that everything is different, and they are going to be different, and of course the world moved on without him (in ways unimaginable). and not knowing what to say or how to say it and when he sees the three of them together all he can manage is a soft and fake-casual "hey" because how do you even start after everything they've all been through 😭 anyway im fine

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repost and fill in the words you most associate with your character .

animal: cat, fish ... catfish. colour(s): deep navy blue, black, gold song: bleed - tris mikal, save the world - wolfie's just fine, this is the end - dr villain plant: sylleblossom, wild grass, algae time of day: midnight smell: gasoline, steel, expensive cologne season: winter (vibes), summer (his favorite) place:  the city, his bedroom in his bed, his own apartment, the seat behind the driver's in the car, a comfortable couch, anywhere with his friends candy: morinaga ramune, black thunder, fancy chocolate gemstone: black diamond, ilvaite, blue moonstone (raw) astrological sign:  virgo fabric: high - class leather, satin, cotton, denim drink: ebony (though he doesn't like it <3), melon soda, calpico (any flavor) vice: temperamental, messy, casual virtue: resilient, loyal, trustworthy

tagged by: @killdevil + @wistrea <3

im tagging everyone i can't live like this

[lifebindsarchived]

@royalarms : " the frost , it looks like dust settled on the world after everyone's long been gone . " / sad musings to gentiana

❛ it is as if a reminder to settle in such a way . . . that the world will carry on around us , without us . . . as it has , as it always does. ❜ brisk is the touch , frost collected upon fingertips. crystalized further, splintering out just enough to be more visible.

when sight was first lost, there had been a king at her side. similar to how it is now. lips part as if to speak, words collected, yet lost before breath spilled them forth. the cold draws around bare skin, creating a fine mist where she stands too long. cascading down to drift at ankles.

❛ it's peaceful like this . . . ❜

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❛  gentiana   .   .   .   ❜   a  kingly  whisper  of  her  name  evaporates  into  the  coldness  of  the  air  ;  all  is  still  and  quiet   .   .   .   lonely  ,  and  vaguely  haunting  .  noctis  hates  it  .  it  reminds  him  of  nothing  he's  ever  known  .  his  familiarity  lies  within  bustling  streets  ,  humidity  ,  sunlight  ,  but   .   .   .   he  supposes  if  he  were  to  draw  its  comparison  to  anything  ,  the  feeling  is  vaguely  similar  to  those  daunting  halls  at  the  citadel  after  dark  .  when  the  people  slept  ,  when  he'd  had  a  nightmare  and  wanted  to  seek  after  his  parents  .  that  silent  fear  and  the  bumps  that  line  his  skin  are  the  same  here  .

curiosity  becomes  him  as  his  thoughts  stray  ,  wandering  down  different  paths  ,  each  their  own  halls  with  separate  rooms  that  bear  more  questions  than  he  could  ever  ask  ,  he's  sure  .  he  knows  too  much  now  .

❛  you've  felt  this  for  so long   .   .   .   i'm  sorry  .   ❜   he  consoles  her  ,  feeling  responsibility  for  the  fates  and  miseries  of  all  who  have  existed  .  and  she  has  existed  for  so  long  now  .  longer  than  he  can  deem  fathomable  .

[krosakis-moved]

♚ watching the self-proclaimed prince sit without a care in the world only causes ichigo to groan. the last thing he wants is to have the others start worrying.

❝ if we have somewhere important to be, i don't think arriving late would end up being ideal. ❞ the swordsman's own weapons dissipate before returning to his back and side. ❝ though i guess doing a bit of hunting couldn't hurt. ❞

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@krosakis ,

❛  see  ?    ❜ the  prince  grins  ,  like  he's  convinced  ichigo  to  agree  with  him  ,  to  join  his  side  ;  like  he's  won  some  sorta  competition  that  never  existed  in  the  first  place  .  a  single  hand  travels  to  his  hip  ,  and  confidence  radiates  from  his  posture  and  expression  alike  .

❛  where's  the  nearest  place  to  pick  'em  up  ?   ❜   he  asks  ,  both  clueless  and  with  a  go  -  getter  sort  of  curiosity  .