"'Bout yours? Yeah." Because look, Shiro. Buddy. "'Cuz my best buddy's hair looks like a chocobo butt, too." Which he's said while sober, lest Shiro argue. "Igs styles his either like a godsdamned cockatrice or a very unfortunate-shaped leaf. And Gladio's a mullet. A buzz-cut mullet. You ain't got shit on the weirdness level."

He'll be so embarrassed if anyone tells him about this in the morning, but that's something for future Noct to deal with. Right now he gives absolutely zero fucks about it. He's just gonna laugh about it.

"Mmm..." He thinks about it for a second, staring at Shiro with glazed-over eyes. Thinking's kinda hard because his mind to mouth filter is so far gone it's ridiculous. "Yeah. I think so. I mean, it can't be harder than fightin' these big pink blobs with like a zillion laser eyes that hit ya with Confuse. An' I can' warp either so ya don't have to worry about me getting stucki 'n the ceilin' or anythin'."

He says this as if it's almost happened before.