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[warpstriking]

Who: Noctis and you
When: August 30th
Where: Yun'Ashia
What: It's someone's 21st birthday...
Warnings/Notes: Just a nerd, fisher, king trying to have a quiet cake day (and none of his closest friends letting that happen)

1. Just a Quiet Day...
2. Distraction of Flight (closed to Regis)
3. The Setup
4. Surprise Party!

Comments

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE, LIISA....

[warpstriking]

Oh, I plan on it... after a while. [When, he won't specify, but it'll be enough to say he had been there. Until he disappears upstairs. Likely falling asleep not long after.

He notices how Ravus' magitek hand clenches, but doesn't say a word about it. His mood might not be of help, but the sentiment means a lot to him. Enough that he mulls over the other's words for a moment before shaking his head.]

Sooner rather than later.

[They have a hard deadline, now. He knows this. And it will soon become all the harder to get some rest. He knows this, but what's a couple more hours now while they can afford it?]

And, no. While they easily could, they could just as easily use that to trick one of us into a false sense of security.

[Oh, if only he knew...]

[sonoftenebrae]

I suppose. [Ravus had been able to sense Ardyn's sinister presence when he passed by masquerading as Gladiolus. Surely with their instincts, none of Noctis' men would be fooled by a pretender who meant them harm. But if it was a risk Noctis is unwilling to take, Ravus will not press the issue.]

You've come a long way from the boy you once were, Noctis.

[He does not know how to convey the thoughts that accompany the observation. 'I should have trusted Lunafreya's judgment.' 'My mother would be glad to see the man you've become.' 'Perhaps there is still some hope left in the world.']

Happy birthday. [He says instead.]

[warpstriking]

[At least he managed to do that and not, you know, started to see red at just the thought of him and being unable to control it. Maybe it's time and distance, but... at the very least he's starting to think more rationally in regards to his long estranged "great"(x112, because fuuuuck typing out that many greats) uncle.

He appreciates the fact Ravus doesn't press the issue, and would gently point that out with a grateful look, but then the next words come out of his mouth and Noctis pauses; surprised. Despite this uneasy-at-times truce and their alliance, he's. Honestly a little stunned for a second, before he recovers.]

Thank you, Ravus. [And he means that in far more ways than for the simple birthday well wishes.]