[Liberating? He seems doubtful of that, the way his mouth twitches into a frown revealing this much. To Noctis, in this moment in time, the mental overlap feels anything but freeing. It derails his focus, making it quite the opposite of advantageous.
All he can do is take her word for it. Cautiously, at any rate.]
Don't really have a lot to say. [Out comes the aloof part of him, the side that leans away from extroverted tendencies out of habit alone. Yet as he watches her separate the skin of the fruit from its flesh, a curiosity rises.]
What are you making?
[Well, rather, he knows it's just fruit but-- ingredients for something, maybe?]
no subject
All he can do is take her word for it. Cautiously, at any rate.]
Don't really have a lot to say. [Out comes the aloof part of him, the side that leans away from extroverted tendencies out of habit alone. Yet as he watches her separate the skin of the fruit from its flesh, a curiosity rises.]
What are you making?
[Well, rather, he knows it's just fruit but-- ingredients for something, maybe?]