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People sure did dress oddly outside of Ivalice. He gave the other's outfit a quick glance before speaking his mind, "What exactly do you call that get-up?"
Yaag? Noctis questioned silently as he re-read the name of his chosen partner over again. An eyebrow raised and he lowered the letter down on a table. He hadn't the slightest clue who this Yaag individual was nor if he would be a friend or foe. Glancing down at the paper once more, he skimmed every word once more. They were to meet at the town's center fountain before heading off to see Mogryo in the Black Mage Village. He glanced out the window, the sun was rising higher into the beryl sky, it would be the afternoon soon. He exhaled and decided to take his leave, daylight was limited.
The streets were busy as usual, eager merchants lined the side walks and excited crowds filled each district. The young prince stood by the large fountain, his eyes focused on the ground beneath. He waited patiently for the arrival of his partner, his mind wandering in and out reality and haunting thoughts of past events but was brought immediately back at the sound of pair of foot steps approaching. Inclining his gaze up, he met the other's stare. Straightening his posture, he nodded politely at the other.
I'm still mad at your boyfu for shooting me down you know B|
what the hell he got around
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For the first time in quite a while, Lebreau was speechless. She'd seen this man before, she was certain--the PSICOM uniform was enough to go by, though it was more than just odd to be seeing someone dressed like this now. It had been three years since the Fall, and anything relating to the Sanctum had long become obsolete.
With a frown, she observed him quietly, until it finally clicked, and surprise dawned on her face. She remembered the broadcast for what should have been a public execution in Palumpolum, the officers circling around Lightning and Hope, and Snow coming to save them--he had been the officer commanding the operation. "You--!"