week 4; that's not how you use a sword

[elemancy]

[the truth of the matter is after the last few days... noctis isn't feeling that much better.

sure, he's calmer than he was over the weekend. and sure, his hand isn't looking nearly as scraped up as it had after saturday night (though it's still bruised and a bit swollen, it's nothing noct can't handle). but even still, spending time at the watering hole didn't completely help him to ease up like it normally would.

maybe he just has some aggression he needs to let out.

and there's really very few people around noct thinks he can go to when it comes to something like wanting to spar or use... any weapon in a bit of a non-deadly fashion. so it's sara he seeks out once he's really up and about for the day.]

Hey. [he'll call for her attention casually enough when he spots her, so it's pretty unassuming.] You, uh... busy, right now?

Comments

[elemancy]

Still seems like an uneven match.

[and he gets her reasoning, there are definitely specific weapons of his that he'd feel real weird about having used against him, even in just a spar.]

I guess there's not much we can do about it, though. It's probably better if there are less weapons around here anyway.

[even if he sure feels pretty defenseless like this. it's fine.]

[alcobrawlic]

... Do you want to borrow my sword for awhile? Like I said, I can get by with a gun if I need to.

[elemancy]

[he shakes his head. mom, pls.]

It's fine. I can too, it's just not my best. I'm not going to ask that much from you—it's your sword.