[Of course it'll go well. He'll be tossing a weapon with too-many-sharp edges at a faraway object. What could possibly go wrong? Nothing, as far as Noctis is concerned, his good sense otherwise gone cloudy by too much alcohol... that he didn't even consume himself. Inhibitions are fickle like that.]
(That's right.) [He opts for mental communication when Bellamy wanders off towards the chair, waiting for him to come back before speaking normally.]
Bragging rights. Plus you get to impress anyone else watching.
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(That's right.) [He opts for mental communication when Bellamy wanders off towards the chair, waiting for him to come back before speaking normally.]
Bragging rights. Plus you get to impress anyone else watching.