[ Noctis looks stung, shifting back as something in him closes off out of instinct. He's no stranger to the waspishness, but not when he isn't looking for trouble. ]
Yeah, no shit. [ He says plainly. But then he continues, more placid -- he has to be the calmer one in this situation. So, carefully, he says: ] You gonna tell me about it, or bite my head off for no reason again?
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Yeah, no shit. [ He says plainly. But then he continues, more placid -- he has to be the calmer one in this situation. So, carefully, he says: ] You gonna tell me about it, or bite my head off for no reason again?