[ Noctis blends in far better now than he had on his first trip into the ball, prepared this time around with admittedly ridiculous pants and with flecks of vibrant paint all over an otherwise black shirt. It helps the illusion a little, but he's convinced that the man he's faced with is already committing to his chosen character with a much greater intensity than Noctis himself is. "Master"?
Either that or the drugs in his system have him confused as to who Noctis is and he's mistaking him for someone else he knows. Which is worse?
His hand squeezes gently as blue eyes lower, momentarily unsure of himself with lights flashing bright around them. ]
I-- Look, let's just get you out of here, okay? I brought-- [ His hand pulls back to tug a jacket off of his shoulder where he's haphazardly draped it, quickly realizing that Achilles is far too big to wear it. So much for blending in. ]
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Either that or the drugs in his system have him confused as to who Noctis is and he's mistaking him for someone else he knows. Which is worse?
His hand squeezes gently as blue eyes lower, momentarily unsure of himself with lights flashing bright around them. ]
I-- Look, let's just get you out of here, okay? I brought-- [ His hand pulls back to tug a jacket off of his shoulder where he's haphazardly draped it, quickly realizing that Achilles is far too big to wear it. So much for blending in. ]
You can hold this, okay? [ It's something. ]