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Noctis Lucis Caelum ([personal profile] kittycaterer) wrote2017-02-23 06:48 pm

ic inbox;





"You got Noctis. Do the thing."
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[personal profile] mercurio 2017-03-14 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
she's actually pretty good at handling guns! we went for some shooting practice the other day and she's got a sharp eye!
it's just that she doesn't have that much ammo on her rifle? and, well considering my guns don't really need it...
i just wanted to make sure it was cool with you

[since. lucian guns, or whatever]
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[personal profile] mercurio 2017-03-14 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
yeah, but.... it's dangerous out here
she's not exactly into being around others..


[he worries, basically]

i'll take full responsibility!
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[personal profile] mercurio 2017-03-14 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
uh do you need me for something?
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[personal profile] mercurio 2017-03-14 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[his chest hurts, lying to his best friend like this. pretending cheer when he's anything but.]

i got sidetracked
you know me, always goofing off and going about taking pictures...


[his camera's screen is cracked from when he dropped it on the ground. he's refused to turn it on since.]
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[personal profile] mercurio 2017-03-14 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[maybe you shouldn't trust me]
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[personal profile] mercurio 2017-03-15 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
i'm pretty far away, might be a while
so if you're hungry...


[it's not a lie. he's still at the orchard, as if waiting to see if it's really safe for him to move out, even though a part of him knows that ardyn wouldn't waste his time with just taunting him.]

[the torn up feelings threatening to knock his chest apart were enough to keep him rooted to the spot, miserably.]
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[personal profile] mercurio 2017-03-15 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[sighing, prompto lifts himself up after reading the text, pocketing his camera and zipping his borrowed jacket closed. he's pretty sure his shoulder will bruise, and his like for sleeveless shirts will not be helping him out this time around.]

orchard. i'll start walking to the spires