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[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto’s head was spinning as he left the Angel Eyes Detective Agency that morning. He’d spent a long time in that back room with Cissnei and longer in her office when they officially met the next day. Cissnei was thorough, that was for sure, but it was worth it. She said she needed more time to get her informant to do what she wanted. She said she needed Prompto to get a team together. All of that would take time, time that he didn’t know if they had, but it would all be worth it if it actually worked. Prompto didn’t know if he’d put this much thought into something in his whole life, but that’s what came from traveling alone, he guessed. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.
He missed his friends.
Prompto shivered as he stepped out onto the street. It was cold out, that was for sure. It wasn’t “trying not to turn into a popsicle alone in the middle of the tundra” cold, but it was cold enough that he didn’t like it. He wore his fur-lined jacket that he’d pulled from the liminal space where he kept his guns, and he had on his winter hat too the one that uncomfortably smoothed down his hair. Still, he shivered as he stood on that sidewalk, looking around for which way to go.
There were a lot of people here even in the morning. They pushed past him the way they always did in a city like this. A few cars zipped by, slowing to a stop at the light down the street. He hadn’t really thought about what to do next before he’d left Cissnei’s office. She’d given him a few too many instructions to keep straight on his own.
He needed a bigger strike team. Right now, they had him and Caius to infiltrate the place, but they needed one or two more people at least. Then they needed a getaway driver (where would he find one of those?) and a healer which he hoped he could fill if he could figure out where Yuna lived in Provo. He guessed that was the right place to go then since it was the only lead he had. He’d catch a train out of Sonora, find Yuna in Provo, and then keep going on back to Torensten to meet up with Caius. It was as good a plan as any, he thought, though his thoughts didn’t usually mean much.
”One step at a time, Prompto.”
He shook himself, hoping the bad thoughts would fall right out of his head. Time to get going. It’s not like anything would get done just by standing there.
So he started towards the train station. Or where he thought the station was. He wasn’t the best with directions, and he’d been pretty distracted when Cissnei had brought him to her detective agency so he didn’t really know where he was, but he could always ask for directions if he had to though would that out him as an outsider to these people if he asked? He knew they didn’t like outsiders here so that might put a wrench in his plan, but how bad would it look if he just asked for directions to a train station? Definitely not too bad, right? So he totally could if he had to and-
And…
Prompto felt something.
He didn’t know what it was at first – just a little tug at his mind. Then he felt it again, and he slowed to a stop so suddenly that someone behind him bumped right into him and he stumbled forward and almost landed in a great big pile of dirty snow.
”Watch where you’re going!”
”S-sorry!” Prompto gave an apologetic little wave at the man who’d run into him and then pulled himself together, biting his tongue. He’d felt something. Something real familiar. Something that reminded him of…
Of witches and magic in Alex’s house. It felt like magic.
And that’s when he started running.
Well, not running exactly, but jogging along at the fastest socially acceptable pace that he could use to still slip through the crowd and not get knocked over into the street in front of oncoming traffic. What he felt was magic. The kind used by somebody connected to Noctis. Ignis and Gladio were locked up. So unless they’d escaped on their own…
It had to be…
Didn’t it?
He stopped at a crosswalk, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he waited for the light to change and the little sign on the other side to turn green. He wished he could just warp over the cars like Noctis. Noctis…
”Come on, come on, come on!”
The light changed and he sprinted across the street, dancing away from a car that almost hit him because it stopped too slow. It honked at him. Oh well. He had places to be because if it was really him…If it was really Noctis-!
He tried not to get his hopes up. It could have just been Caius coming to check up on him. But it was hard, real hard when that feeling kept tugging at the back of his head and he was sure somewhere deep down inside what it meant.
”Please, please, let it be him!” he pleaded to no one in particular. Maybe it was a prayer to the Astrals. He didn’t know. ”Let it be Noctis!”
He kept jogging, and he kept hoping, deep down in his heart of hearts, that his wish would come true.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Somehow Noctis was in the back of another taxi that was heading into Sonora, but he had hope that this time would end with fewer explosions. For one, Alex wasn’t here. That was a big part of it. For another, he was more prepared this time for what Sonora had to offer. He had on his winter weather outfit, which consisted of jeans, a blue coat with a vest over the top, and a cap that Gladio always judged him for. Noct had no idea why himself. He thought the hat looked pretty damn cool.
There was a bottleneck of cars to pass through the gates of the city, and Noctis drummed his fingers on his leg impatiently as he craned his head to look out the window. They were close enough to the front at this point that he could see the border patrol agents stopping each car before they could pass, and it frustrated him to no end even if they were just doing their job. He was in a hurry today though—he desperately wanted to catch Prompto before he left Cissnei’s place. Or even worse, left the city. Noctis wasn’t sure that he could take just barely missing him again. He had to find one of the guys this time. He just had to.
There were only two cars ahead of them now, and it was at this point that Noctis noticed the driver handing over some kind of papers that the border agent was examining. That set off his alarm bells a bit, and he leaned into the middle of the car to talk to the cab driver.
“Hey.” The heat was on full blast, and his bangs fluttered lightly against his face as he tried to get the guy’s attention. “What exactly are they checking for?”
The man’s eyes flickered towards him in the rearview mirror. “Just identification. You can hand yours up to me now if you want, we’re close enough.”
Noctis’ mind immediately flashed to his Insomnia driver’s license or his defunct school ID. Neither of them felt like they’d work in this kind of situation. “Identification?” There was only one car ahead of them now.
“Anything from the other cities works fine. They just don’t want to let in any brand-new otherworlders, yeah? Too much trouble.”
Noctis’ eyes got a little bigger but he said nothing. They were pulling up to the checkpoint now, and the cab driver was rolling down the window to hand over his own papers from Provo. As he turned back to collect his passenger’s though, the man blinked in surprise. Noctis had vanished. Where he had been sitting was just a small pile of gil to pay for the trip. Too bad it was the gil from home.
For his part, Noctis was currently dangling from a sword halfway up the wall that surrounded Sonora. The blade wedged into the stone wasn’t as stable a handhold as he would have liked, and he winced as a gust of cold wind nearly made him lose his grip. Still, he couldn’t go through the front gate legally without first registering with another city apparently. There was nowhere to go but up, and he eyed the distance to the top of the wall a bit dubiously. There was definitely a path for the guards to walk around up there, but getting there was the problem. He couldn’t exactly float without unleashing the full power of his armiger, and he’d only managed to do that once with Luna’s help during the battle against Leviathan. Maybe his time in the crystal would have taught him to do it on command, but that didn’t exactly help him now.
“Alright. I got this,” he muttered, trying to pump himself up as he gingerly braced both feet against the wall while carefully letting go of the sword with his right hand. If he thought his position was precarious before, it was nothing compared to dangling one-handed, so he didn’t waste any time in summoning a dagger to his free hand. Chucking the dagger upwards, he simultaneously pushed off against the wall and yanked his sword free. Warping upwards, he managed to roll forward and banish both weapons, completing a somersault and hopping to his feet safe and sound on the top of the wall. He whooped in victory, feeling almost sad that none of his friends had seen that move, before realizing that his head felt lighter and that he’d almost certainly lost his hat doing it.
Shit.
“Hey! What are you doing up here?!” Speaking of shit, a guard had noticed him, and Noctis raised both gloved hands as he stared down the gun that was pointed at him. “I can explain,” he tried a bit feebly. Normally he would have had no trouble fighting back, but this wasn’t an MT or anything. This was just a normal person doing their job, so as the woman approached him, he made the executive decision to run instead of fight. And by run, he decided to just let himself fall backwards off the wall towards the city.
The woman made a squawk of distress as he fell, but Noctis didn’t get a good look at her expression. For one, the air was almost unbearably cold as it whipped around his body and made his eyes water. For another, he was too busy making sure that he didn’t splatter to death on the pavement. Warping to the side at the last second before he would have hit, Noctis instead took a rough tumble across the sidewalk in a tangle of his own limbs. Not the most graceful of landings, and he had probably ripped his clothes, but he was alive and inside the city. A win was a win.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] ’I wish…for my friend.’
’I wish…for my best, best, best friend in the whole world.’
’I wish…’
Prompto was out of breath from all the jogging. It wasn’t that he couldn’t keep running for a while, but the cold air was sharp on his lungs, and he wasn’t just jogging, but also dodging around crowds and praying to the Astrals and shifting impatiently in place at every crosswalk that was cursed enough not to let him pass right away. He was getting closer though, he thought. He hoped. He could see the wall of the city rising up above him now and it felt a little bit like home. Insomnia was all about its walls too.
There were gasps ahead of him. Someone screamed. The crowds near the wall came to a sudden stop in pairs and bunches and he heard a cry, ”He jumped!”
”Wha-...?” Prompto slowed to a stop near the blockade of people, frowning and panting and trying to catch his breath. All around him, there were whispers.
”...-from the wall. How did he even get up there?”
”Is he dead?”
”Crazy bastard. What did he think he was doing?
”Excuse me! Coming through! Sorry…” Prompto pushed his way past the crowd, shoving people aside as nicely as he could, but it still got him dirty looks. He couldn’t feel the magic anymore, but his curiosity pulled him forward like a fish on a line, and it had its hooks in deep. He knew he’d felt it around here, and the crowd’s words kept playing over and over again like a warped record on repeat.
’Is he dead? Is he dead? Is he dead?’
Then he saw the figure on the ground. It was definitely human, all twisted up in its own limbs and lying on the ground. Its clothes were ripped up and red blood trickled from the rips in the denim jeans and jacket. The crowd had formed a kind of semi circle around the man, all packed in with no one daring to go too close. But wait, Prompto knew that big dumb vest. And the jacket. And the ruffled silver-black hair and-
”N-Noctis?” Prompto staggered into the open semi-circle, staring as his breath caught and cold adrenaline froze him solid. ’Is he dead? Is he dead? Is he-?’
Then the figure moved. And groaned. And Prompto felt that adrenaline shoot straight through his heart as he let out a cry of relief and shot towards him like a bullet. ”Noctis!”
He wasn’t thinking anymore. There wasn’t anything to think about. Just Noctis, right there. Noctis, hurt on the ground. There wasn’t anything else that mattered, he thought, before his foot caught on a patch of ice and he slipped and managed to barely catch his balance with a sharp yelp and then he was stumbling forward, arms waving around, until he finally felt gravity take hold and-
”Wooooah!” He toppled into a snowbank next to Noctis and was suddenly immersed in the icy cold slush. He winced. ”Ow…”
Maybe it was better to keep thinking about what he was doing after all.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] It had been a rough landing, and Noctis grimaced as he stared down at the rips in his jeans. He was less concerned about the bloody scrapes—his skin would heal. His clothes definitely wouldn’t. Great. Now he’d have to scrape up the gil for some new ones.
If only Ignis had been around for that stellar pun.
There was a crowd surrounding his body from a careful distance as if he were carrying the scourge or something. Noctis felt like he was trapped in a semi-circle of scared faces and whispers, and he wondered why no one was approaching if they were all that concerned about him.
Come to think of it, he hadn’t really gotten up yet. Maybe they thought he was dead. “Hey, sorry about that-” Noctis might have sat up a little too suddenly from the way that some of them gasped, but one reaction stood out. Someone yelled his name, and the prince snapped his head up to scan the crowd. All he could see were strangers, but suddenly a shock of blond hair pushed its way towards the front, and Noct froze because he knew that gelled hair and that freckled face and-
And he definitely knew that clumsiness. In his haste, Prompto slipped on the ice and ended up skidding right past him and landing in a snow bank. It happened so fast that for a moment all the prince could do was blink at the very wet boy next to him. Then everything caught up, and he scrambled to his feet to make sure it was really who he thought it was.
“...Prompto?” He stared down at his friend and the way the snow clung to his eyelashes, and somehow the relief just made him throw back his head and laugh for a moment. Turning around, Noctis fell backwards into the icy pile right next to Prompto. He watched the snow fly up into the air around them before he turned his head to grin at the blond boy now that they were side by side. “...Hey.”
There was snow soaking through his hair and all down the back of his jacket, but Noct still wouldn’t have changed that moment for the world.
And then he heard the guards demanding for people to let them through and everything came crashing to a halt. Sitting bolt upright, he gave a sheepish look down at his best friend. “Actually, we might want to hold that thought. I just broke into the city, so…”
Hopefully Prompto knew somewhere for them to go. If not, they could always try to lose the guards around the rooftops. That was sort of his thing.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Everything was cold and wet and it hurt. He thought he could hear the icy wind howling above him as the crowd grumbled and muttered but it was all muffled by the snow packed over his ears. Good thing he was wearing a hat, he thought, before the thought was banished by another thought. Or a voice, really. One that seemed to drift down to him as though from a dream.
”...Prompto?”
Prompto blinked up at him, and there he was. Noctis. Laughing. Then Noctis spun around and fell back right next to him, sending up a flurry of snow between them before Noctis turned towards him and flashed him a casual grin. ”Hey.”
Now it was Prompto’s turn to laugh. ”What’re you doing?” he asked, pushing a handful of snow towards him like he was splashing him with water. ”I was worried about you, you know! Did you fall or something cause I heard-!”
What he heard was loud voices demanding something about an intruder. Which seemed to really mean something to Noctis because his friend thrust himself upright, looking embarrassed.
”Huh?” Prompto sat up too, looking between Noctis and the quickly thinning crowd. Yeah, those were guards alright. The nasty kind too, like the ones that had chased him into that shopping mall where he’d found Alex. ”Oh. Oh yeah, we gotta go then. Those guys mean business!” Prompto scrambled to his feet and offered Noctis a hand up. He probably didn’t need it, but it was the thought that counted, right?
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto looked shocked for a moment before he laughed and shoved snow at him in half-hearted judgment. Since Noctis was still lying down, the wet slush ended up directly in his lap, but that was okay. Damp pants were the least of his concerns at the moment now that he’d finally found one of the other guys. “Looking for you,” he answered in response to what he was doing. “And I definitely didn’t fall. Let’s call it jumping with style.”
Prompto seemed even more nervous than usual about the guards running towards them, and he wondered if his best friend had already had a run-in with them before. Sonora law enforcement was particularly nasty from what Caius had said. And obviously they were holding Ignis and Gladio hostage, so they must have been tough. Still, Noctis wasn’t inclined to hurt real people that were just doing their job unless he or Prompto were backed into a corner.
That car chase with Alex had definitely qualified, and he had a feeling that the prison break would too. But for now, these guys shouldn’t be too tough to shake. There were enough buildings around them that the guards wouldn’t be able to climb without magic. He’d just have to take Prompto along for the ride.
The blond boy got up first and offered him a hand, so Noctis grinned up at him before he clapped their hands together and rose to his feet. Prompto even yelled that he had his back just like he would have when they were fighting MTs or something. This time though, Noct just laughed under his breath and tightened the grip he had on Prompto’s hand. “Good, you better hold onto it then.” Summoning his blade to the opposite hand, he turned and flung his sword up towards the roof of the building next to them—a pizzeria apparently. It did smell pretty delicious.
Just as the guards reached the crowd, Noctis warped upward in a flash of blue light while taking his best friend with him. The pair reappeared as he grabbed his sword near the edge of the restaurant’s roof, and they fell back against the shingles with a thump, still holding hands. “Ow. Sorry, rough landing,” he coughed, while glancing over at Prompto and finally letting go of him. “You okay?” It definitely wasn’t the first time that he’d warped along with one of them, but Prompto was still pretty new to all this. Noctis didn’t even loan him magic too often, because he tended to panic and unleash it while they were all still in Blizzara range.
So cold. It had been so cold.
Not that it was great on this snowy roof either. Rolling over onto his stomach, Noctis peered over the edge of the roof to see what the guards were doing. Hopefully they’d be too confused at them disappearing to have noticed the blue streak of his warping magic.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Noctis clapped his gloved hand into Prompto’s own, and it felt so normal, so familiar, so right that Prompto couldn’t help but grin despite the approaching danger. Prompto helped to pull him to his feet (or at least, he thought he helped though Noctis probably didn’t need it), but instead of letting go and summoning his sword to his hand like Prompto would have expected, Noctis just laughed. It was a quiet laugh, the kind like he had a plan. And he still hadn’t let go of his hand.
”Good,” Noctis said, his grip tightening. ”You better hold onto it then.”
”Wha-?” was all Prompto had time to say before he noticed the sword in Noctis’ other hand and he looked up at him in alarm. ”Oh no. Oh no no no, you’re not about to-?”
Then Noctis threw the sword and everything else was gone in a flash of blue light.
Prompto screamed. It was more of a yelp, really, a short sound that was swallowed completely by the warping space around them as his stomach flipped over itself like a gymnast and he was thrust forward with the force of a rocket engine through the night sky. Then as abruptly as it had started, it ended with a sudden smack against something rough and cold and hard as sandpaper. Prompto skidded to a stop, groaning as his own guts caught up to him.
Noctis spoke from far away or maybe it was from right next to him? Definitely from right next to him. Only now did he finally let go of his hand.
”I feel like I might hurl,” Prompto said, sounding every bit as pitiful as he felt, ”But yeah. I’m cool.”
Prompto shook his head as though that might get it back on straight. Once his vision stopped swimming, he noticed the shingles buried in the snow under his hands. The sky was closer now too, and below them, he heard gasps and murmured voices. They were on a roof then. He noticed Noctis flat on his stomach, hiding behind some kind of sign and Prompto clumsily followed suit. He shivered against the cold.
”You think they’ll see us up here?” he whispered. ”Man, what a way to make an impression. Is that what it always feels like to warp? I don’t know how you do it!” He glanced back down at the street and the people and yup those were some guards coming towards the spot where they’d been. There was some kind of excitable conversation happening below them. It didn’t look friendly.
”So, uh. You got a plan? Cause I was just gonna leave, but I don’t think they like you all that much.” He looked over at Noctis. ”What’d you do, anyway?”
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto didn’t seem to be too happy about the whole warping experience, but if he was talking then he’d be okay. His best friend tended to ramble when he was nervous, but it was only when he went quiet that you really had to worry about him. Either way, Noctis clapped him on the shoulder for moral support. “Try not to puke over the ledge,” he offered as sage advice before peeking down at the crowd from behind the pizzeria sign. Otherwise he’d just feel bad for whoever was standing directly below them.
The guards didn’t seem to really know what to make of them just disappearing like that, but that was good for them. As long as they didn’t draw too much attention, they might be able to just slip away across the rooftops. “Think we’re good as long as we stay low,” he whispered back to Prompto even though they were high up enough that they probably didn’t need to be whispering. “And yeah, that’s pretty much warping. If it helps, I’m pretty sure I did throw up the first time I accidentally did that when I was a kid.” He had also nearly broken his nose once by smacking face-first into a wall before he had gotten the hang of it. He was amazed Gladio had ever let him live that one down.
Prompto asked about a plan and also what he’d done to attract the police, so Noctis rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. “I might have broken into the city by warping over the wall,” he admitted. “I don’t have any kind of papers yet—I got to Zephon super recently. But I had to come to Sonora. I met Caius, and he told me you were here. Plus that Specs and Gladio are in some kind of prison? So the wall wasn’t about to keep me out.”
A plan though. A plan would be good. They couldn’t exactly save their friends if they were in trouble themselves. “Know anywhere we can lay low for a bit and catch up?” Prompto had been in the city for way longer than him after all, so maybe he’d have a better idea than Noctis had of where to go now. “I know a girl named Tifa who should have a bar around here, so that wouldn’t be the worst.”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Noctis didn’t sound too worried. That was a relief because Prompto was really worried. He wasn’t worried about the height of the roof he was looking over – he was used to heights, hanging out with Noctis as much as he did – but he was worried about…just about everything else. He was worried that the guards might decide to look up and spot them behind the sign. He was worried that other guards, guards with big guns he might add, might find them once they got moving. He was worried about how they were going to find a way out of the city now that they’d caused a commotion, and he was worried about freezing to death before they managed it.
But Noctis didn’t sound too worried. As long as Noctis wasn’t worried then Prompto probably didn’t have to be either.
Prompto laughed nervously when Noctis told him about his first time warping. ”That must’ve been a trip,” he said. ”Er, literally! Wherever you ended up warping to.”
Man, the power of kings was crazy. And kind of scary. Prompto was glad he didn’t have to worry about anything like that.
Nope. Just cloning and mad science on his end. You know. The usual.
”Huh?” Prompto looked over in surprise as Noctis told him his story. He wasn’t surprised that he didn’t have papers to get into the city or that he warped over the wall. That was all par for the course around here. But the other parts…
”Recently? Wait, you’ve met Caius?”
Noctis got here…recently. But wait, Prompto had been here for…Well, he didn’t think he could count it on his fingers but like. A while. Maybe even a year soon. He thought it had been pretty cold when he’d woken up on the side of the road and hitched a ride to Sonora that first time. But then, it was always cold in Sonora. He wondered if there were calendars somewhere that he could look at.
Oh man, that was so not the point.
”Uh. I know a few places around here…” Well, he knew Cissnei’s office which was definitely closed by now and the bar where she worked which was not a place he wanted to go back to. He was surprised he’d made it out of there in one piece. ”Not any good ones though. I think Cissnei’s busy.”
Thankfully, Noctis did know a place. Somehow. Didn’t he just get here? Didn’t matter. Prompto lit up at his suggestion. ”Yeah, that sounds good! If you know somebody. Who’s Tifa? Is she cute?”
Why was that the first thing out of his mouth? He should’ve asked if the bar was safe. That would’ve been the better question. But then, that still left him wondering…
Was she cute though?
”We can talk when we get there. I really wanna know how you know Caius, and uh. I should probably get you up to speed on Iggy and Gladio. But let’s find this place first. I’m freezing.”
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] “Stellar pun,” Noctis complimented Prompto with a slight groan when he said that his first time accidentally warping must have been a trip. And it was. A painful, nauseous one at that, so he wasn’t going to elaborate while trapped on a roof. Maybe once they’d actually had a chance to catch up.
Prompto seemed pretty stunned that he’d met Caius already, which was valid considering how wild the blond mercenary’s story had been. “Yeah, I know. It was weird to meet someone who knows us in the future,” he admitted while rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was good to hear that we make it home and rebuild, but…it was still a lot.” Hearing about a decade of darkness and the depths of Ardyn’s depravity hadn’t exactly been easy. But that was a topic that Noctis wasn’t quite ready for even with Prompto. First, they had to save Ignis and Gladio. Then they could worry about Ardyn. He just had to take things one step at a time.
Apparently Prompto knew some places around Sonora, but none that would be good to lay low in, so Tifa’s bar it was. Predictably, his best friend wanted to know if she was cute, and as always Noctis couldn’t resist misunderstanding him. “Sure. You should have seen how she reeled that fish in. It was beautiful.” All joking aside, Tifa was very pretty and probably out of both of their leagues. Noctis just hoped that Prompto would react better in her presence than he did in Cindy’s. It was a low bar, but he didn’t always clear it.
“For real though, I met her in Provo when she was having a hard time, so I took her fishing to get her mind off it. She told me all about her bar up here in Sonora, so I think I can find it.” Hopefully. It was better to be confident around his best friend though. Prompto did enough worrying for the both of them.
He mentioned wanting to catch up once they got to the bar, and Noctis nodded seriously. “Yeah, I definitely want to hear what you’ve been up to on Zephon. And uh…when you come from? Because that’s a thing here apparently that people can come from different points?” He didn’t really understand it, but both Caius and Alex had confirmed it. Not to mention that they knew different versions of him—Caius and known him as a 30 year old king and Alex claimed that the astrals had sent him to the warrior of light’s world for a while. It was a lot to absorb.
“Okay. We just have to blend in with the crowd, right?” A bit regretfully, Noctis took off his blue coat and vest and shoved them back into the glaive. That outfit was compromised after all. He pulled out his usual black jacket and pulled it on instead, shivering a bit with the shorter sleeves. “Yeah, it is way too cold.” With that, he moved over to the back of the building and peered down over the side, trying to judge if it was safe to drop down.
