[He doesn't know what a Hallow's End costume is, but he gets the general gist of the statement. Ha ha, he wants to say, sarcastically, but decides to instead focus on the help that Adra is being nice enough to offer him.
There's a moment of careful disentangling (and yanking, gods why), and when the robes are just over his head, he helps remove them with his own hands. Released from his prison, Noctis gasps for air as if he were just underwater. He has no undershirt, standing there barechested and his hair looking like a mess. He still has his pants on, at least.]
I'm a king, not a priest. I don't wear robes that try to strangle me.
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There's a moment of careful disentangling (and yanking, gods why), and when the robes are just over his head, he helps remove them with his own hands. Released from his prison, Noctis gasps for air as if he were just underwater. He has no undershirt, standing there barechested and his hair looking like a mess. He still has his pants on, at least.]
I'm a king, not a priest. I don't wear robes that try to strangle me.