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[to Neptune:] Stop being mean, they’re technically your older siblings.
[And he’ll just move right on in and put a plastic bag full of berries on the counter as directed. As he does so, he nods.]
Yeah, the infamously extremely picky ring. Don’t wear it—it’ll hurt you even if it likes you. [Why the fuck did so many things his past life owned do psychic damage, Christ. He pulls out two kitchen chairs.]
Come on, sit down. It’ll take a few seconds, unless you wanna be all formal about it and swear a bunch of oaths.
[And he’ll just move right on in and put a plastic bag full of berries on the counter as directed. As he does so, he nods.]
Yeah, the infamously extremely picky ring. Don’t wear it—it’ll hurt you even if it likes you. [Why the fuck did so many things his past life owned do psychic damage, Christ. He pulls out two kitchen chairs.]
Come on, sit down. It’ll take a few seconds, unless you wanna be all formal about it and swear a bunch of oaths.
[A warm chuckle.]
You got me. Here, hold out your hand. [And once he’s done that, Noctis will place a hand over his, close his eyes, and just breathe out as the ring glows a soft blue. Caleb will feel a warmth over his shoulders, like a blanket draped over him after a long day, before it dissipates.
Noctis opens his eyes, and pulls his hand away. Minute spiderweb cracks have appeared on his skin around the ring, but they vanish quickly enough.]
There you go. [Now he’s gonna take off the ring and stick it in his pocket. Nope, not gonna put on the creepy ring full of whispering ghosts longer than he’s got to. He’s played D&D too long not to recognize a bad idea when he sees one.]
You got me. Here, hold out your hand. [And once he’s done that, Noctis will place a hand over his, close his eyes, and just breathe out as the ring glows a soft blue. Caleb will feel a warmth over his shoulders, like a blanket draped over him after a long day, before it dissipates.
Noctis opens his eyes, and pulls his hand away. Minute spiderweb cracks have appeared on his skin around the ring, but they vanish quickly enough.]
There you go. [Now he’s gonna take off the ring and stick it in his pocket. Nope, not gonna put on the creepy ring full of whispering ghosts longer than he’s got to. He’s played D&D too long not to recognize a bad idea when he sees one.]
No, I'm keeping the car for that. People get really pissy when their fries are all in the bottom of the bag.
[Just gonna warp back to Noct, yep.]
But this is going to make other errands way easier! And Mei won't be able to escape me by getting on the roof again.
[Mei being the Delcatty. Because he remembered Ruan Mei and her Creations.]
[Just gonna warp back to Noct, yep.]
But this is going to make other errands way easier! And Mei won't be able to escape me by getting on the roof again.
[Mei being the Delcatty. Because he remembered Ruan Mei and her Creations.]
Guess cats have to stick together.
[Or cat-adjacent creatures, anyway.]
As far as you can throw whatever you’re using as a focus. I use either fishing lures or my sword most often.
[Oh, right.]
Speaking of—you’ve got access to the Armiger now on top of that. Ignis would probably tell you not to use the power of kings as a dumpster, but he’s no better than me, sticking a whole set of kitchen knives in there. [He pauses, then says:] Just…don’t touch the Royal Arms. They’re powerful, but using them hurts me, and I—don’t want to risk them hurting you.
[Or cat-adjacent creatures, anyway.]
As far as you can throw whatever you’re using as a focus. I use either fishing lures or my sword most often.
[Oh, right.]
Speaking of—you’ve got access to the Armiger now on top of that. Ignis would probably tell you not to use the power of kings as a dumpster, but he’s no better than me, sticking a whole set of kitchen knives in there. [He pauses, then says:] Just…don’t touch the Royal Arms. They’re powerful, but using them hurts me, and I—don’t want to risk them hurting you.
Those too. We've got more than one secret trick up our sleeves.
But to be fair to me, space train might be cooler, but being a magic king's nothing to sniff at either. [If he doesn't look at all the pain and loss and anger and grief of his time as a king-in-exile, anyway.]
But to be fair to me, space train might be cooler, but being a magic king's nothing to sniff at either. [If he doesn't look at all the pain and loss and anger and grief of his time as a king-in-exile, anyway.]
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