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[batricide]

[ ... ]

I'm not going to drink that. [ I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOUR MOUTH HAS BEEN?? GROSS?? ] I know sixteen ways to kill you right now. You tell me.

[fessus]

So order a new one and give me that one. Geeze... Are you a germaphobe now too?

[ Some people.......... ]

And sixteen's kinda' low but whatever. I know sixteen different kinds of cake but I'm not a baker. [ This does not sound as good as he thinks it sounds. ]

[batricide]

[ Pushing the water back over and ordering one for himself, what is wrong with you. ]

Can you even cook for yourself?

[fessus]

What does that have to do with anything... We were talking about serial killers.

[batricide]

And you made a completely asinine comparison to baking.

[fessus]

I can cook. Answer the question instead of dodging around it in a really obvious dumb way.

[ guess who CAN'T COOK ]

[batricide]

I've fought in wars. To some people that equates to being a serial killer.

[fessus]

[ Noctis sobers a little at that, sitting up straighter with a pull back out of his lean. ]

Yeah, well... Those people aren't thinking it through, then. Big difference.

Anyway, I'm not expecting you to trust me or whatever but I'm not a serial killer either. And if I were I wouldn't be going around poisoning people in a place I just showed up in. Makes no sense... I wouldn't kill somebody I recruited into my guild, either.

[batricide]

[ He opens his mouth to point out how stupid it is to equate a person's worth to whether or not they're in your fictional guild, but. decides that it's probably a moot point.

And if he's being honest, he's not sure Noctis is bright enough to pull off a murder plot. ]

What did you want?

[fessus]

[ His first argument would be for morality but pragmatism seems like the better route to go when they don't know one another well. The logic is airtight. Just lame.

Noctis cranes his neck to look around for their waiter before settling again, rolling one shoulder. ]

We went over that already. You're bringing up ancient history.

Why are you always acting like I've got some weird other motive?

[batricide]

Most people do.

[ The water comes. He takes a sip. ]

[fessus]

You don't know most people. Besides, even if you did that sounds like a stressful way to live.

--hey, hold on-- [ As he halts the waiter momentarily to order himself a pastry. Good, he doesn't have to wait too long. ]

[batricide]

You're extremely naive if you think that. [ He looks to the waiter, considers ordering something and then opts to just save the cash. ] It's less stressful than being taken advantage of.

[fessus]

There's a difference between people maybe having other motives and them taking advantage of you. That's a leap...

That makes it sound like you think I'm trying to take advantage of you. [ ... ] I guess if I was it's just because I thought it'd be cool to hang out. You can still spy on people, though.

[batricide]

You wanted to hang out with me.

[ what. ]

... why?

[fessus]

[ The expression on his face is enough to fracture Noctis's usual impassive demeanor, clicking his tongue once with a shake of his head to hide an errant half-smile. ]

What's that look for? I dunno... I wanted to. It's not a huge deal or anything.

... or wasn't until you thought I poisoned you...

[batricide]

[ i'm not personable and i don't like people. what part of our interaction made you think 'ah yes, this guy, this guy i want around'. there are so many questions. ]

Whatever. [ he doesn't understand the fascination with bars you all have either. ]

[fessus]

[ Incredible. It's someone more awkward than he is... ]

That's my line.

You figure out the game and character creation yet?

[batricide]

No. [ Because his brother decided to basically set his entire week on fire. ] I haven't had time.

[fessus]

[ That's fair. ]

Ahh... Yeah, I guess it's a time investment. Shouldn't take long anyway now though since you've figured out the class and everything.

You said you've played before, right?

[batricide]

No. I don't play games.

[ he's too busy punching and stabbing REAL THINGS thanks. ]

[fessus]

...

[ Noctis squints at him, chin lifting slightly. Almost like an expression of challenge. ]

[batricide]

[ ......................... ]

What. I already said I'd play.

[fessus]

Nah, it's not that. I just wanted to see if you knew how to keep a conversation going.

You said something about destroying consoles that were around though, I remember that. Those belong to a friend of yours?

[batricide]

I'm not inept. [ wow!!! ] They belonged to a co-worker. He had more important things to do than to waste his time beating up polygons.