Now, if only you showed a modicum of interest in 'the good stuff.'
[ He's going to get vegetables of some kind and Noct'll get them in whatever one of the others cooks. It's easier to cajole one of them into it than attempt with Noct; a wise man knows his strengths and weaknesses. A pity that the speech to text has no real way of conveying the bodily sigh that escapes him, but he supposes that it's for the best. It's less disappointed and more unspeakably fond.
Rather than take off down the road, he holds his position, waiting patiently. He assumes that Noct is starting from the hotel, and estimates how long it would take based on how they walked before he needed a cane to verify where he was going. Not long, then. Not long even if he's not, with how compressed the city is.
There aren't many people around, thankfully, which means he'll hear Noct come up, most likely. It's taken time, but he thinks he can tell their gaits apart enough that he no longer wants to jump and reach for his dagger when he's touched and isn't able to see or anticipate it. It's why when it happens this time, he smiles faintly before Noct gets there, listening to the steady thud thud, quicker than Gladio's steady, heavy pace and louder than Prompto's. ]
I do appreciate the assistance, even if it's not necessary. [ And the company, of course. There's a pause as he tries to place approximately what time it is based on how much time passed since the last time he looked and he realizes he's not quite sure. Best to go generic, then. ] How was your day?
waves hand at timeline IT'S ALL BULLSHIT
[ He's going to get vegetables of some kind and Noct'll get them in whatever one of the others cooks. It's easier to cajole one of them into it than attempt with Noct; a wise man knows his strengths and weaknesses. A pity that the speech to text has no real way of conveying the bodily sigh that escapes him, but he supposes that it's for the best. It's less disappointed and more unspeakably fond.
Rather than take off down the road, he holds his position, waiting patiently. He assumes that Noct is starting from the hotel, and estimates how long it would take based on how they walked before he needed a cane to verify where he was going. Not long, then. Not long even if he's not, with how compressed the city is.
There aren't many people around, thankfully, which means he'll hear Noct come up, most likely. It's taken time, but he thinks he can tell their gaits apart enough that he no longer wants to jump and reach for his dagger when he's touched and isn't able to see or anticipate it. It's why when it happens this time, he smiles faintly before Noct gets there, listening to the steady thud thud, quicker than Gladio's steady, heavy pace and louder than Prompto's. ]
I do appreciate the assistance, even if it's not necessary. [ And the company, of course. There's a pause as he tries to place approximately what time it is based on how much time passed since the last time he looked and he realizes he's not quite sure. Best to go generic, then. ] How was your day?