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[batricide]

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[fessus]

Understatement. Talk about an annoying guy... but I'm pretty sure you're right, too. He may be a big troll but he seems pretty soft under all that.

[ What's with all these tsunderes. ]

I just said I wasn't going to. If I can avoid touching anybody like us I'm going to.

OMEN TRAILER DOESNT COUNT NOODLE BOY

[batricide]

Soft in the head.

[ he holds up a hand, its covered in a flame-retardant glove. It might be grossly hot and his arms might be exposed, but he's not risking touching someone by accident. ]

I suggest you invest in a pair.

I'll work with what I have

[fessus]

... you asked me to look out for him and you're being harsher about him than I am... Geeze. I don't have a disclaimer for Prompto, he's just a good person.

[ But the gloves hold his interest; there's an idea... ]

Oh. Hmm... yeah, seems pretty smart. How much were those?

smh i wont ruin ur fantasies

[batricide]

He makes poor choices. [ He needs to be watched, he's not going to sugarcoat it. ] But he means well. Is that what you want me to say?

[ because he's still mad about the fucking dog theft, thank you jason. ]

Too much. You can find cheaper ones in the boutique. [ He has no idea why anyone would want flame retardant gloves other than 'they're cool' but they cost more than he wants to admit to. ]

my final fantasies

[fessus]

You already said that. But it's cool. Like I said, I've talked to him so I know he's... [ Whatever... he is. Noctis waves a hand dismissively, rolling his shoulder in another half-shrug. ]

But you wanted the fancier ones?

[batricide]

I wanted something sturdier.

[ jason is Something and it's really best to leave it at that. damian finally just waves the water back down and orders a strudel, since he's. resigning himself to this. intent on listening in. ]

[fessus]

[ Strudel. He's actually ordering food. Noctis blinks once, honestly expecting Damian to leave but here he is committing to stay for at least that long. ]

Ah. Makes sense, I guess... I wear one back home to help with my grip and it has to be pretty tough too. It's a lot more stylish than that one but I figure you'll say that doesn't matter and that no one ever saved anybody by looking good.

[batricide]

[ Stop taking the words out of his mouth. ]

There's nothing wrong with a little style. [ is what he amends it to instead. ] I don't have the resources to make proper armor yet.

[fessus]

[ Noctis pauses, looking him over... ]

If there's nothing wrong with a little, where's yours?

[batricide]

[ WOW. ]

Least I'm not clinging to the scene look.

[fessus]

See, you act tough but you're still defensive over your look. Which weirdly makes you easier to talk to, so congrats.

Besides... I don't know what that means, so I'm immune. [ why does he sound proud ]

[batricide]

[ god. ]

You're an idiot.

[fessus]

I'm from an entirely different world. You're the idiot for going with a bad reference.

At least I know how to pick a conversation topic.

[batricide]

You have a computer in your head, google it.

[ ??????????? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? ]

[fessus]

Why would I want to learn about how you insulted me, especially after you told me to do it? How am I the idiot?

[ SENSE, I WANT SENSE ]

Pick something else to talk about!

[batricide]

Because you're proud of your own ignorance? [ its just fashion, damian. ] Ugh.

[ He should just leave but he just paid for food and he's apparently going to be doing incongnito missions in a video game with this guy -- god, is this his life now? This is his life. He almost misses being punched in the head by people ten times stronger than him. ]

What is your world like then.

[fessus]

[ He takes a deep breath, managing his own surprising temper. This guy... ]

... I'll look it up later, okay? Geeze, we're talking anyway...

The city I'm from isn't as big as this, that's for sure. Skyscrapers and a pretty big population, maybe, but definitely not as many layers. Was kinda' crazy seeing all the flying cars and hearing about space travel, too... Makes me want to head up there. See it all myself.

[batricide]

[ you wanted this noctis, you literally asked for this. also the flying car in your world fucking sucks and no one should ever use it. ]

Space isn't that great.

[fessus]

[ Okay 100% agree, that thing is a death trap. ]

What, exactly, do you think is great?

[batricide]

[ Well, not space. He can safely say not space because he's almost died in it a few dozen times. ]

Nature. Animals.

[fessus]

[ ... wait. ]

Seriously? What kind of animals do you like?

[batricide]

Most all of them. [ ... ] You could say I was raised in an animal sanctuary. [ Sure. ]

[fessus]

[ Suddenly Noctis sits forward, only seeming to realize a second later how lame and over-eager that seems.

... slowly he leans back again, trying to take on a more casual tone. ]

Weird... I mean I guess that doesn't sound bad; I always wanted a lot of animals but I wasn't allowed. [ Growing up around them sounds awesome... ]

[batricide]

My father didn't let me keep pets. [ well. okay. this he can talk about. he can sound a little sympathetic there. ]

But before I lived with him I lived with my grandfather. [ in like, six different secret bases. ] There were a pair of Bali tigers I was fond of. They were the last of their kind - people had driven them to extinction in their natural habitat.

[fessus]

Ah. Yeah, you made him sound pretty strict. [ That's a nice word for how he made him sound, honestly. ]

That's really messed up, though. Good things you guys could help them. You said... what, "tigers"? What are-- [ Wait, no, he's learning. He holds up a hand momentarily, eyes closing as he runs a quick search. ]

... like giant cats, huh... They kind of look like coeurls.