week 5; i don't even know what to title this

[elemancy]

[really, all that needs to be said is that when noct finally returns to the room—quite a bit later than usual—he's also slamming the door behind him with enough frustrated gusto.

hi, roomie?

no, this is probably bad for everyone because it's clear that he is completely out of sorts. which is probably like, some sort of stupid, weird turn-on for ash, but noctis doesn't really have many fucks to give at the moment.

he needs to find a way to end this stupid, fucked up game and if he has to try and drag out whatever ash knows to get there? he's gonna do it. that's how he feels right now.]

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[uraniumnumnum]

[ an annoyed grunt. ]

I don't care. I said tell me. If they're dead, that's one less role that I need to worry about. Not that it matters - their information-gathering did nothing helpful for any of us.

[elemancy]

Then why does it matter either way? It's not going to change anything.

[he regrets everything, probably. he doesn't really want to get into these details right now.]

[uraniumnumnum]

If that's really what you think, then telling me is harmless, isn't it?

[ a pause. then, a nasty smile. ]

Or are you scared of what I might do?

[elemancy]

"Scared" isn't the word I'd use.

[his eyes remain narrowed on ash.]

Trust goes both ways, you know. [he gives ash the benefit of the doubt a lot, but it doesn't change that they both have a reluctance to actually trust properly in one another.] I still have my own skin to take care of.