Heir of Nothing

affiliated noctis || septaneus || written by april || sfw || ffxv spoilers || closed account.

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knifefaire:

              this late in the game,   he hardly needs eyes to be able to visualize the look on noctis’ face —-    more likely than not,  the young prince wore a smile on his lips that was closer to a grimace than the aforementioned,   an attempt at swaying him,   winning his favor.   getting what he wanted.    unfortunately,   it worked,   ten times out of ten.   even now,  sightless,  the very visualization of the look is enough to cause the older to sigh, sigh, sigh —-   and ultimately bend to his whims.    not without some complaint, of course,   but noctis rarely lost battles he pitched against ignis.    (  so long as they remained within the limits of reason, that was.   was this one such case?   as of yet, he could not rightly say.  )           ❛    so you say.   and yet,   i find myself having some difficulty believing it to be true.    ❜

             it’s a joke, of course,     laced with just a nugget or two of ignis’ particular brand of brutal honesty;    noctis has no-doubt come to expect it from him by now.   the door continues to wiggle its way open –    the young prince’s attempt at getting into the back room despite his overseer’s clear statement of boundaries.   eventually, he will get in.   he’ll either devise an action plan,   or ignis will simply relent.   such was the game they played –    but ignis, of course, would not see himself go down so quickly.   so he remains:   an iron wall just in the way of the goal,   so close but so far away.   there’s a teasing lilt to his words as he continues on. 

            ❛    ah;    that’s what all this is about, then.    and i take it the days you spent hibernating in your room helped you along the path of realization.    ❜           despite himself, he laughs.     how was it possible —–   for the prince of his own nation to be the very embodiment of sloth?    he was still young, ignis supposes.   he hadn’t quite received the same, rigorous training he himself had.     (  but then, that was precisely why ignis remained.   a guiding light.   also,   the occasional voice of strict parenting.  )             ❛    i very well could,  provided you’ve set your mind to working here –   and you’re serious about lending a hand.    i’m surprised, though, noct;    given your last job,   i’d have thought you’d steer clear of working anyplace they served food.           – or is this just because it’s easier,   having me recommend you?   ❜  

Noctis expects to be let in, honestly. So when the other doesn’t immediately give up and let him in, he looks up in surprise. It’s because he can’t see the smile. That has to be it. Even so, Noctis tries to pry his way into the room. He sticks his arm through and grabs the doorway despite the door squeezing his arm between the frame and the door. The prince makes a slight noise of distress out of the efforts being made to get into the room.

    “C’mon, let me in! People are staring.”

The teasing is really no surprised. Ignis is without a doubt used to the prince needing him for just about everything. Maybe it’s dangerous to rely on Ignis so much. Ignis even went as far as to tell him that very fact on a few occasions. He’d tell Noctis he won’t always be here. But Noctis never ended up listening to him. Not because he was more interested in something else- but because he didn’t want to hear it. He’d much rather bug Ignis like he’d be here forever.

His gaze lingers to the ground when Ignis mentions him laying in bed since he got here. Noctis had spent a few days on Ignis and Prompto’s couch and would occasionally migrate to his own apartment to continue being sedentary. Trying to come to terms with being here while Lucis wastes away... It’s still rather difficult. Although now isn’t the time to bring it up with Ignis. Instead he remains silent for a few moments before looking back up.

     “I... was tired. But yeah- that job sucked. A lot. If I say I want this       job because it’s the easiest to get will you still help me? If you want       me to say this job is my passion, I will if it means I can get the job.”

His hand reaches out to hit at Ignis’ arm to get him to let him in the back room. Why won’t he just let him in...

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starshelles:

      [ ◇ ] - They turn around, and Prompto feels his stomach jump up to join his heart. Even though he had been pretty sure it was Noctis – or rather, a very alarmingly accurate lookalike – he wasn’t really planning on it actually being the prince. Prompto doesn’t know what to say, it’s like he’s frozen for a few moments.       [ ◇ ] - There was a part of him that made his peace with never seeing his friends again, but here Noctis is, looking as disgruntled and sleepy as ever. 

     [ ◇ ] - Prompto feels the punch to his shoulder, but it doesn’t hurt. He barely even registers it, if he’s being honest. He isn’t entirely sure this is real. There’s a suspicious voice in his head telling him this could be one of Ardyn’s games; it’s almost too good to be true to have his best friend stuck here with him.       [ ◇ ] - He doesn’t know how Ardyn would be able to magically transport them like this, but he has no doubt the sick bastard would find something like this entertaining. He pushes those thoughts aside. Even if this isn’t real, he might as well make the most of this, right?

                “Bro!” Prompto screeches, mock-hurt, and punches Noctis’ shoulder in return. Maybe a little rougher than necessary, but he blames it on the adrenaline. “What the hell are you doing here? I mean, you are Noct, right? My dumb loser of a best friend?” 

That cheerfulness has been dearly missed. Noctis remembers waking up here all too well. Alone, confused, and in a deeper darkness than he cared to admit. It didn’t take him long to realize how empty everything felt when he didn’t have Gladio to fight with, Ignis to slightly antagonize, and- of course- Prompto to have by his side at all times. He never really knew how attached he was to Prompto until he couldn’t speak to him anymore.

      “Prompto, if I knew why I was here I’d tell you. Trust me.”

And he’s never been one to look for hugs. Even with his own fiance he found it strange and awkward. He remembers moments when even his father would attempt to hug him and Noctis would only squirm away from him. But now Noctis is hesitating a moment when Prompto makes the playful jab at him. His arm aches from the punch but the pain dulls as he stares at Prompto.

Noctis finally breaks his stare and rigidly hugs the other.

     “I missed my dumb loser best friend.”

He’s sure it feels more like some awkward hold rather than a hug. Then, of course, he’s sure he’ll get shit from Prompto for not knowing how to properly relax and hug someone. But at least it’d be the first bit of normalcy since he got here.

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Just wanted to give an update here! My area got hit by this crazy storm that was leftover from Hurricane Maria and it knocked out my campus’ power along with the rest of the surrounding towns. pretty much the entire Massachusetts-Maine coast was just without power. A lot still are I think. So I’ve been dealing with that, some school stuff, and I’m currently adopting a cat with a friend! Hopefully I can fit in some replies tomorrow.

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lunaefatum:

      “Umbra–please–!”

          her perception of time seemingly lost itself in her chase; she could not quite recall how long she had been running after her companion through the streets of this strange city, weaving and politely squeezing herself between the crowds which came to obstruct her path. no more than a couple of minutes, surely, though her breath grew ragged and her lungs burned for a moments respite–a second to breathe, to collect herself and hope to understand the reason for the canine’s sudden sprint.

      “Umbra–!”

          this time he came to heed her call (more so a plea, really) and stopped in his tracks, turning towards her and soon sitting upon the pavement. drawing a heavy breath, lunafreya brought a hand to rest softy above her breast, fingers curling about the fabric of her dress as if to clutch and still her rapidly beating heart. making the attempt to control her breathing, luna slowly approached umbra and kneeled before him, placing her free hand gently atop his head. “Thank you,” said the oracle; sighing. a lick upon her wrist was then given, perhaps in apology for having forced her to undertake such a treck. still, umbra would stand all the same and begin to back away, prompting the blonde to incline her head ever so slightly. why was he in such a rush? … mayhap he was trying to lead her someplace? and if so, would that explain his urgency. “Are…you taking me somewhere?”

          her prompt would be met with another step back.

          so it seemed.

      “Very well,” nodding, luna stood and tutted softly, “Slowly, now, alright?”

          no bursting lungs or hummingbird heart this time around, for slowly he did lead and slowly she followed onto what was quite the vast and open park. ways away from their living quarters, she could but wonder how the dog happened upon this place as if he had known it. her time here had been of few days, and little time had she to explore this city in its totality. truth be told, there were many questions which she held in need of answer but none seemed to be readily available. she remembered the sea’s embrace, the sinking dark… a purpose fulfilled.

          and then?

          she awoke here, in this city, with little understanding except for but one: lunafreya nox fleuret had perished upon the completion of her duty. that was all which she knew and all which she was certain of. the “how” and the “why” of how she came to draw breath once again would certainly scratch the back of her mind, and the fact that both umbra and pryna had somehow appeared here with her, though for now, she opted to take each day as they came and in doing so, discover a thing or two. her thoughts would oft drift towards this particular subject these days, enough to momentarily distract her from her current surroundings. even so, her feet had made sure to keep her walking in the right direction as umbra patiently waited for her just a few steps away.

          “Was coming to the park all you wished for?” luna asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. she expected no answer, in truth, but also did not think umbra to bolt once more—this time, he did not go far, if not to round a nearby tree where he remained. perhaps he meant to go about his own business… but she could not shake the feeling of needing to follow. thus, once again did luna take to walking after the dog. momentary dread would fill her, then, when she took note of another’s figure slumped against the tree trunk—a figure which umbra had taken to climbing on; standing on his hind legs while using this person to support the weight of his front paws.

      “Umbra—! Please, get down—!                                                                               My deepest apologies—”

                        ah.

          his raven hair curtained his slumber ridden face, and though years it had been since she had last seen him in person (when they had been so close, shared each other’s company in living flesh), she could recognize him still. then, now… always. she now understood the haste with which umbra forced her here. there is a faint sustained tremor to her limbs, a small hand raised forward to lay lightly to the nightfall of the other’s hair; fingers sweetly entangling, thumb drawing softly against the scope and slope of the boy–nay, man’s jaw.

                    “Oh, dear Noctis…”

                                     her whisper blew out like a candle.

His apartment’s beginning to get too stuffy and staying in Ignis and Prompto’s is getting too noisy. With all four of them tending to hang around in the apartment it’s hard to find any moment of quiet. Which is exactly why he finds himself out here most days trying to find a quieter area to get a few moments of rest.

Honestly, it feels odd. Sitting out here as if nothing’s wrong and everything is right inside his mind... Maybe it isn’t okay to do this. Getting back home and setting everything right is all he needs to be concerned with. Day after day since the death of his father, Noctis wanted nothing more than to be anyone but the Prince of Lucis. So tired of being this magnet for tragedy and pain not only for himself but for the people around him. Everything that’s happened; Insomnia’s fall, Altissia’s destruction, Prompto getting captured, Ignis going blind, and all the innocent’s lost...

Luna’s death.

All of it was his fault. Nothing would ever change that fact and it was something Noctis had to learn far too quickly. Everything always went by too fast for him to handle. A part of him was grateful to have the moment to breathe in Septaneus. A moment to come to terms with everything he’s lost. But even then... He needs to go home, right? Whenever he thinks about going back home he’s only confronted with hesitation and fear. He doesn’t want to face any of it again.

The prince slips into a light unconsciousness. He’s only somewhat aware of his surroundings until the sun warms him up just right that it makes him fall asleep. It’s not for long that he’s asleep when the light against his eyelids darkens and he feels a soft hand touching his hair and then his face. Noctis opens his eyes and stares at the dog with two paws on him. Umbra... Another dream, huh?

And then... And then-

He grabs the hand on his jaw suddenly before he lets his eyes wonder to its owner. In that moment- he freezes. He feels the same hesitation and fear he does when thinking of the world he left behind- where he should be. This nightmare has happened before. The one where she fades away from him or her visage contorts until it’s that of the one who helped orchestrate all this pain... Ardyn.

But her touch just feels so real.

     “Luna...?”

Unblinking eyes simply stare at her. What does he even say to what’s in front of him? He witnessed Ardyn driving the blade into her gut and watched helplessly as she died. So this right in front of him? This was impossible.

     “I’m... Sleeping right now, aren’t I? There’s no way you’re here with me.”

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starshelles:

@somnusheir

     [ ◇ ] - Prompto’s walking around the town square when he spots it. Blue-black. Hair spikes eerily similar to that of a certain prince he hasn’t seen in what felt like ages. At first, Prompto’s sure he’s simply seeing things. It’s been a long few days, and everything here is so new and different from what he’s used to. It makes sense his mind is filling in the blanks, or something.

    [ ◇ ]  - Noctis isn’t here. Noctis isn’t here. Noctis is back wherever Prompto left him. It stings, a little bit, knowing he let his best friend down. The thing he was scared of most ended up happening, and Prompto isn’t even surprised. He knew he would end up disappointing the prince. He hadn’t quite imagined it like this, though. 

    [ ◇ ] - Prompto sees the flash of Noctis’ hair again, and it’s frustrating. Frustrating enough that he abandons the stand he was browsing to go chase after it. Maybe once he confirms it isn’t actually Noctis, Prompto will stop seeing him. 

    [ ◇ ] - He catches up. Stops. Blinks. Rubs at his eyes with both of his hands because he can’t possibly be seeing what his eyes are trying to convince him of. 

“Noct? Bro?” Prompto calls out – a little too loudly if the way a few people around them wince is any indication, but he ignores them. They’re not important right now. “Dude, if that’s you, you better turn around right now so I can punch you for not telling me sooner!” 

Still trying to get a grasp of the city and figure where exactly things are in relation to his apartment, Noctis sets out. The shops along the streets are interesting enough that he’d have places to go on the weekend. But there’s nothing that really stands out to him. Honestly, doing it alone really eats away at him. Just wandering around the streets was something he and Prompto had done a few times when there was nothing else to do. These past few days he really has missed his friend. Well, he misses everyone. But something has him missing Prompto more.

And so he thinks he’s just hearing things when someone calls his name. The prince keeps walking. Sure, it sounds like Prompto, but it’s just his head messing with him. It’s only because he’s thinking about how much he misses his friends that he’s hearing his voice.

But then it calls him again and he’s forced to look over his shoulder. Noctis stops in his tracks and turns around to make sure he’s seeing things right. It really is Prompto...

      “W- Prompto...?”

All he can do is stare for a moment before walking towards the other. At first it’s only a slow stride but he picks up speed until he’s right in front of Prompto and punching his shoulder roughly. Maybe there are the slightest tears threatening to break free but he pushes them back. No way he’s gonna cry.

     “You didn’t tell me either! But c’mon! Punch me back!”

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starshelles:

     [ ◇ ] - The day is finally here, and Prompto feels bummed that he doesn’t have anyone to celebrate it with. It reminds him of his birthdays as a child; usually his parents were too busy trying to make ends meet and they couldn’t be there to celebrate. He spent a lot of birthdays in minute long Skype video calls. 

    [ ◇ ] This year is going to be different. Even if Prompto still doesn’t have anyone to celebrate it with, he’s not going to wallow. Well, he’s going to try not to wallow. He isn’t always successful. But, this year. This year, he’s going to be! 

    [ ◇ ] He decides to go to VA-12 HALL-A. It’s loud enough to drown out how lonely he feels, and if he’s lucky, maybe he’ll run into someone. The bar is in full-swing by the time Prompto walks through the door, which is exactly what he was hoping for.

   [ ◇ ] Prompto sits himself down at the bar. Hopefully this won’t be as spectacularly bad as his anxiety tells him it will be.

Why does no one seem to know where his chocobo-headed best friend is? Although getting annoyed with the others for not knowing doesn’t really do much to cover the fact that Noctis doesn’t know where Prompto is. Not knowing the city all the well, Noctis settles for poking into each and every building looking for Prompto. Noctis would maybe text Prompto if it got too late but he really didn’t want to wish his best friend a happy birthday over a damn text message.

It takes nearly three hours of searching before Noctis thinks to check into the bar he had been to a few times but never with anyone. The prince spots the familiar blonde kid sitting up at the bar. It’s fairly crowded as it gets closer to nighttime. Noctis seemingly lucks out to find an empty stool beside Prompto just as its former tenant gets up to move to one of the tables. Noctis hops up onto the stool and roughly slings an arm around Prompto neck.

     “You are impossible to find, you know that? I was about to       sit in your apartment all night and wait.”

Noctis smiles brightly at the other before ordering his drink and propping his elbow up on the bar.

     “Happy Birthday, buddy. The hell are you doing by yourself?”

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mixologiae:

                    at this point, jill resigns herself to serving underage kids.   (   wow,   that actually sounds a lot worse than she thinks it would’ve.   )   she doesn’t know how they seem to congregate here,   but business is business.   but when another kid comes in,   some edgy teenager wearing leather   &.   black,   she pauses.   flashbacks go back to her darker history   &.   her nose scrunches subconsciously.   it takes a moment for her to react;   she coughs and tries to greet him.

                    ❛   sure   —   if you can give id.   ❜   thankfully,   she’s good at smooth comebacks when it comes to her work   —   hopefully he doesn’t notice anything particularly amiss.   ❛   it’s protocol;   sorry about that.   apparently i’m not allowed to serve people based on their looks anymore.   ❜   geez,   you mix up an adult as a kid a few times   &.   their anger is enough to make someone reprimand you.

He hears ‘I.D.’ and sighs. Sounds about right. Maybe there’s some other bar that wouldn’t card him although for some reason he’s not all too convinced. Noctis crosses his arms on the bar and rests his chin on them to look up at the bartender. A drink isn’t something he needs but it sure as hell would help with getting his mind off everything swimming around in there. He wasn’t looking to get drunk so much as just distract himself from other things.

    “C’mon, I promise I’m twenty. I have to at least look that old, right?”

Maybe saying he looked twenty would be pushing it. But he at least looked old enough to drink, didn’t he? Besides, what underaged kid tries to pose as an adult for alcohol and then goes to a bar alone? 

     “I’m not even from this place... Or world, I guess? I don’t have       an I.D... Does being a Prince count for anything?”

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nagasrays:

◈ The autumn breeze was so pleasing against his skin, not quite chilly enough to bite just yet. The park was a pleasant little place, and he had taken to going on a small strolls, and ever since he arrived here, Libra had found himself becoming easily distracted. It was such a strange place, full of technology like he’d never seen, next to magic that was similar but so different. The scenery was so beautiful, as well.

◈ He was staring, transfixed, at birds flying in formation through the sky when a voice called out to him, quite rudely at that. Libra turned his head slowly, looking for the source. A young dark haired man was calling to him, asking him to… Stand in another place? Libra hummed softly; was he standing in the way of the man’s view of… Something?

◈ Libra looked around him slightly, then back to the young man, before plainly obliging.

“Is this sufficient, young man?”

Wait, he’s actually doing it? 

Honestly, Noctis expected some sort of negative response to his request. Why should this man move aside just because the prince wants some shade? He’s no prince of any nation in this world. So what made the man oblige him and happily step to the side? Noctis supposes it doesn’t really matter because now the other is appropriately blocking the sun from stinging against his eyelids while he tries to nap.

     “Uh, yeah. Thanks.”

He readjusts himself on the bench but even then the railing digs into the back of his neck uncomfortably. As he moves to his side, it only gets increasingly painful to lay there. Noctis sits up against the back of the bench but stays in the bit of shade the other man is providing him. While he himself may not practice any religion, he does recognize the man’s clothing as resembling that which people around Luna would wear.

     “So that outfit... Are you some religious guy?”

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shieldoflucis:

@somnusheir​

“Old habits die hard, huh?” Gladio smirks from the apartment couch, only really half teasing because old habits do die hard. Here they are, miles, universes, away from Insomia and here Gladio is, pulling Noctis’ leg. Here he is, still unsatisfied with Noctis.

He huffs, and crosses his arms across his chest. The click of his tongue rings out a little louder than he wants it to be, but he supposes that doesn’t matter, considering his rising levels of frustration. Gladio levels his gaze on Noctis, suddenly not teasing in the slightest.

“A completely new city and all you can do with yourself is mooch off Ignis and sleep. Are you ever going to actually get a job?” 

Whether it’s getting into a mock wrestling match or a hot-blooded argument, being alone with Gladio rarely results in good things for Noctis. The Prince still wasn’t entirely sure where they stood after everything that happened back in their own world. Sure- Ignis set them all straight but he’s convinced Gladio has some lingering anger towards him. Yet even suspecting this, he still doesn’t want to get into an argument with him right now.

Noctis curls further into himself and turns away from the other to face the window just at the other’s first words to him. ‘Mooching off Ignis and sleeping’... That’s not what he’s doing. All he’s doing is taking the one moment he needed to take in everything. Not once did he have a chance to sit... All he ever wanted was to get away from everything that has gone to shit in his life. But now that he’s away from it all, his only concern is getting back. It’s kept him awake these part two days. And now, as he’s trying to think, it’s impossible with Gladio taunting him from the couch. Nevertheless, Noctis keeps his back to him.

     “Why get a job when I’m not staying here? Just leave me alone.”

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Lots of people joined since I did so I wanna put out this starter call for an event starter! Comment or DM me for a specific quest or I’ll just pick one! You can still like this if you already have a thread with me. Cap at 3 not including game-mates. 

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youthfulspirit:

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“ You like animals too, don’t you? ” A smile inches its way up Ken’s face- sure, he shouldn’t be laughing, but he isn’t really ! He’s just smiling (for now, at least.) “ I mean ⸺ sorry, it’s just kind of obvious. ”

It was a blatant understatement. After all, it was his job to walk an acquaintance’s dog at the moment, and that was what he had been trying to do- until she, as energetic as her owner, had run off. The search might not’ve taken as much time as it could’ve, especially since he managed to find her here with the stranger, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t point out the fact the guy didn’t seem in the mood to be caught with her. ( And unfortunately for him, he has been. ) “ Thank you for finding her, though. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to catch up to her at this point. ”

Why’s this guy apologizing? It feels like the other is wary of him even though Noctis has yet to say anything. The prince is crouched on the ground scratching the dog under her chin and petting the top of his head with his other hand. As Noctis looks up to the other man, he has to wonder if the stranger is wary of his because he might be scowling. Prompto always told him that his neutral face looks more angry than neutral.

He tries to soften his face before smiling at him.

     “No prob. I love animals but my dad never let me have them when       when I was growing up. I played with the stray cats in the city, though.       Is this your dog?”

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♘ ((tfw u roll a nat 1 to show off ur cool knife tricks))

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The prince has to wonder what he’s doing watching this near strange twirl a knife around. All he wanted to do was explore the city but... Well, there’s nothing better than exploring the city and finding some weirdo. It remind him of the times he’d go around Insomnia at night and always find the strangest people that would never come out in the light of day. The man tosses his knife in the air and Noctis watches it as the comes back down.

Wait, isn’t that a little close?

He jerks his arm out of the way but the blade still manages to cut the side of his arm. It’s only a small scratch but damn, it stings. Nothing Noctis hasn’t dealt with, of course, but he now knows he’s done stopping to watch strangers toss some knives around.

     “Maybe you should learn how to do knife tricks without hitting      the people watching you... Damn.”

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riothamus:

somnusheir

    There were many things that had challenged her in life. Ideals put to the test of wavering. Mortals who believed themselves her better. Enemies who thought twice after brushing her off as a mere little girl. Yet none of that could prepare her for the next test in life. 

She was one born to thrive in the midst of combat. Her sword in her hand as she slashed down every obstacle in her way. This was not to say the brain kept within her head was left to dust. It simply performed optimally when in this field of expertise. This was normal for anyone right?

Right. She mumbled this while starting down that which opposed her. 

They had called it a ticketing machine. In words it was simplistic in nature. She had even taken time to observe others perform the sacrificial act of exchange in order to award themselves a token of pass. This is why she is confused, frustrated, now. For some reason the machine denies her access and with it, a ride on the howling beast known as Subway.

He had used the public transit many times before back in Insomnia. So much that people knew exactly when to get on the subway to catch a glimpse of the royal. Although, normally once people see him once it’s enough for them. He’s not the most exciting person to see on the subway. Most times he just sleeps in his seat while the guard escorting him waits patiently for them to reach their destination. That being said... He never navigated the transit alone before.

    “Uh... Do know how to get a subway ticket...?”

Honestly, it doesn’t look like the woman understands the first thing about the public transit system. But that places her at the exact same level of knowledge as him and that gives him some amount of comfort. 

Noctis peers at the screen in front of them. It listed the different railways he could take. Is he supposed to know which one will take him where he needs to go...? He feels completely lost and he hasn’t even gone anywhere yet. Some man pushes past Noctis to get to the screen and press each button so fast that Noctis can’t even follow along to try and copy him.

    “How are people supposed to know which buttons to press...?”

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回 or a scrape yanno whatev

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If it had been his left arm that had gotten injured, Noctis wouldn’t have bothered asking Ignis to help him take care of it. But with his left hand not nearly as useful as his right, he needed some assistance as usual. Watching the other dabbing blood off the wound, Noctis had to wonder why he came to Ignis in the first place. He gets an injury and goes to the blind man to have him take care of it? Prompto and Gladio would’ve been willing to take care of it for him. Maybe it’s because he’s always relied of Ignis for this sort of thing. The prince came to him out of habit.

     “I don’t know how you guys dodged anything without being       able to warp-strike... I’m so used to it I practically stood there      when that skeleton thing hit me.”

Despite Ignis being only two years older than him, Noctis knows he’s gonna get scolded for being careless. Which is exactly why he isn’t going to let Ignis in on the fact that he was trying to fight those monsters by himself.

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There’s no helping it, specially when it’s been so long since she last found anything humorous at all. A chuckle escaped her lips, she appreciated the other’s sincerity about the topic in hand.

“See? Totally punk rock.” she followed his gaze, eyes landing on the very same cat he’s been eyeing a moment ago. Yang now understands what he meant, but still! “What’s the big deal though? I was thinking about getting a pet myself, I really miss my dog.” and quickly added. “It’s a shame he didn’t make it through with me to this weird place. Hey, maybe I should do that right now!” he’s well and alive kiddo, no drama here. “Come on, let’s go in.”

Stepping inside, Yang held the other open for him, expectation-filled eyes gazing at him. You know you want a pet, Noctis.

What’s the big deal...? Maybe he should tell this woman that he doesn’t exactly have a job yet, lives in a shared apartment, and already goes to his friends’ apartment nearly every night to eat their food. He’s divided... But maybe he can go in and pet a cat. They’re all so cute and he has an unfortunately large weak spot for animals.

Nevertheless, Noctis gives him and follows the other into the pet store. Immediately he’s hit with the strong scent of animal fur. He thanks his lucky stars he has that he’s not allergic to them. Or at least he thanks the few lucky stars he has left.

     “I’ve never had a pet before. My fiance has two dogs but I never       had to take care of them. I’m more a cat person, anyways.”

Well, she had two dogs. But that’s besides the point. No use dwelling on that now. He goes to the displayed cats near the window and reaches over the barricade to pats its head with two fingers. Noctis is already fighting the urge to take him home.

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An ache begins to plague his arm from holding it up over his eyes for so long. The bench isn’t the comfiest thing in the world. Especially when it’s a few minutes past noon and he’s about half a foot longer than it. The prince gives a groan as the sunlight only seems to get brighter. He wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t for Ignis getting at him for never leaving his apartment. Of course, Ignis’ nagging only got worse when Noctis decided to stay in Ignis’ apartment all day instead.

Noctis peaks out from behind his arm to see a robed man standing a few feet away. An idea strikes him and he reaches out towards the others, waving his arm. When it fails to garner any attention, he escalates his rudeness a bit. He’ll apologize later- right now he needs a nap.

      “Hey! ...Uh... Stand like two feet to the left?”