Looks like he had a smart-ass on his hands. Hands tightening on the arms of his throne, Mogar’s eyes narrowed, staring at the stranger. Who the fuck was this guy? Didn’t he know he was in the presence of a King? Fuckin’ peasants. Guy didn’t seem to know what the hell a goddamn hair brush was either, apparently.
Mogar stood up from his throne, unsheathing his sword and slowly swaggering down the steps with an annoyed look on his face. “Look, fuckface, I wasn’t asking.” He said, eyeing the blond with irritation. “So I’d really fuckin’ appreciate it if you and your spiky hair of death made your way outta here. I really don’t need flakes of hair gel floating down and killing my land.”
—How long would it take for his sword to chop down those golden blocks so that he could shove one right down this kids throat?
Ah, but that probably wouldn’t very nice of him, would it. No matter how irritating the boys voice was as it grated against his ears and scratched furiously against his patience, the most he did regarding a reaction was the deepening of downturned brows, visage still tilted towards the towers that’d initially caught his attention. The lads words at least proved to be somewhat informational, revealing the fact that this was indeed his land - be him a leader or king - but Cloud’s respect was still completely lacking.
He’d taken down world leaders before. He could certainly do it again.
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”—We can still drink. I just don’t drink a lot.
Past experiences an’ all. Let’s just say I don’t hold liquor well.”
;He offered a laugh.
❝It’s fine, Zack. Really.❞ It wasn’t as though he was disappointed or anything. He’d rather his friend be completely comfortable than having to drink something he didn’t want to, yunno? ❝Lets get pizza instead.❞
❝It wasn’t the most… practical thing, but— uh. My opinion doesn’t really matter.❞ Not when it came to what she wore anyway. That was her choice and her choice alone, but…
Cue a very soft, secretive mumble. ❝No doubt she would’a flashed a few folks during battle, though.❞ And he wasn’t sure he liked the idea of someone peering up… there. It was disrespectful. ❝That Turk— Rude; he was always pretty damn distracted whenever we fought.❞
No doubt the guy was a pervert.
❝—I don’t regret smackin’ him extra hard every time his eyes strayed too far.❞
And so he does.
A kindhearted smile guaranteed upon her warm features before she offered an apologetic expression. “Oh! Sorry, I just assumed we’d be heading out anytime this week. But I’m ready anytime, I already contacted Barret and he said he’ll be picking up the kids within the day.”
Cue an accepting nod, even though there was little need for an apology. ❝We should wait for Barret to arrive, then.❞