week two; maximum suffering

[elemancy]

[it's not as if the week is getting off to a great start—that whole "bonfire in the center of town" and the digging up tiara thing? not ideal.

really, it's enough to get under noct's skin, and rather than hang around the town and have to be around any of it... well, it's off to the watering hole to clear his head and go fishing. there are some people he wants to talk to and check up on, but he figures clearing his own head first would be good.

he's not exactly emotionally equipped for any of this, after all.

...but when he spots yuna out on the homefront while on his way, he realizes there's not really much time for clearing his own head. gotta keep his own up somehow and look out for the ones who need it more. she was attached to tiara most—and noct, being the one to make the formal accusation—

well, they should have a chat.]

Hey... Yuna. [excellent at greetings! but really, he's kind of quiet and a bit hesitant in his approach.] You, uh, got a sec?

[he'd understand if she said no, with how the morning went, but it's still worth a shot.]

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[cherrypuncher]

[Yuna's just sort of sprawled out in the grass at the moment, lying on her stomach and kicking her feet up in the air, but she looks up when she hears Noctis and starts standing right away, not wanting to be rude. She's...still very obviously out of it, not that she was doing great anyway but the corpse bonfire kiiind of fucked her up, but she still tries to smile. It's—well, it's a good effort, and it might pass on anyone else but it's definitely far less enthusiastic than Yuna's been the rest of the week.]

Hi, Noctis. I'm not busy! [She does sound entirely sincere, though, about wanting to chat.] What's up?