[Comes the response, leaving his lips before his mind really gives him permission to. Thankfully, it had been a innocuous reply.
It's easy for Noctis to appear stoic, especially when done-up in so many layers. His usual stance revolves around being still, sturdy, and unmoving. A royal upbringing, ingrained into the straightness of his back, if nothing else.
His lips are pursed into a thin line under the hood, but instead he merely sweeps an arm, slow and methodical, indicating the path behind him. He forces words to come to him, and finds that when under pressure, the task isn't as difficult as he thought it might've been.]
no subject
[Comes the response, leaving his lips before his mind really gives him permission to. Thankfully, it had been a innocuous reply.
It's easy for Noctis to appear stoic, especially when done-up in so many layers. His usual stance revolves around being still, sturdy, and unmoving. A royal upbringing, ingrained into the straightness of his back, if nothing else.
His lips are pursed into a thin line under the hood, but instead he merely sweeps an arm, slow and methodical, indicating the path behind him. He forces words to come to him, and finds that when under pressure, the task isn't as difficult as he thought it might've been.]
You are in a hurry. Is there something wrong?