Noctis looks away as Hunk continues the tirade of questions, making sure to pick up the tonberry doll and securing it in his pack before he stands.]
She didn't have a phone, and even if she did... it wouldn't have been safe for her to contact me with it.
[...]
We're gonna be late.
[For the airship, that is. He doesn't even wait for a response before slinging the pack over his shoulder and taking the first steps to the exit. Part of him is grateful that his ambient magic is so cut off by the world itself, because if it wasn't... it likely have dropped ten degrees back there.]
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[Because he kind of loves those dog Messengers. Umbra is practically his bro, just like Carbuncle. Especially now, that-
...
Noctis looks away as Hunk continues the tirade of questions, making sure to pick up the tonberry doll and securing it in his pack before he stands.]
She didn't have a phone, and even if she did... it wouldn't have been safe for her to contact me with it.
[...]
We're gonna be late.
[For the airship, that is. He doesn't even wait for a response before slinging the pack over his shoulder and taking the first steps to the exit. Part of him is grateful that his ambient magic is so cut off by the world itself, because if it wasn't... it likely have dropped ten degrees back there.]