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week 3; bros who suffer together, survive together (maybe)
[most of the afternoon was spent outside the reaches of the main town, out on the homestead. it was... not easy. nor was it fun. really? noct could use probably about.
oh, who knows?
84 naps? 84 naps sounds good.
either way, before he does that—there's someone else he sorely needs to check on. but when noctis doesn't see percy anywhere in sight, his first thought is to see if he's in his room. he... understands this well. too well, given what had happened in altissia.
(though perhaps worse in some ways, if only because noctis saw it and was helpless, but this isn't a competition for worst way for your girl to die and be dead, so he's sure as hell not considering it that way.)
he'll knock softly at the door.]
Hey... it's me. [noct is so good at greetings, right?] Got a sec?
oh, who knows?
84 naps? 84 naps sounds good.
either way, before he does that—there's someone else he sorely needs to check on. but when noctis doesn't see percy anywhere in sight, his first thought is to see if he's in his room. he... understands this well. too well, given what had happened in altissia.
(though perhaps worse in some ways, if only because noctis saw it and was helpless, but this isn't a competition for worst way for your girl to die and be dead, so he's sure as hell not considering it that way.)
he'll knock softly at the door.]
Hey... it's me. [noct is so good at greetings, right?] Got a sec?
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[because they're dumb boys.]