[Noctis will follow suit as soon as they're in the apartments. The hood is the first thing to go, and he removes it in a huff. His hair is mussed, almost comically so, but he neither cares nor can tell.]
(I don't know. Maybe she's not much of a people person. Likes to stay away from large crowds.)
[He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. It's still a mess.]
(She stayed here to... meditate or something. Had a question for me. Metaphysical stuff.
...Gods, I hate this thing. It's worse than some of the clothes at home.)
[He shakes out the hood of the robe a little, ridding it of any wrinkles he had given it after tearing it off with such abandon.]
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(I don't know. Maybe she's not much of a people person. Likes to stay away from large crowds.)
[He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. It's still a mess.]
(She stayed here to... meditate or something. Had a question for me. Metaphysical stuff.
...Gods, I hate this thing. It's worse than some of the clothes at home.)
[He shakes out the hood of the robe a little, ridding it of any wrinkles he had given it after tearing it off with such abandon.]