[ Outright laughter doesn't follow Noctis' request, but Bellamy's smile splits his face for a moment before he gives the robes another downward yank with such force they both almost topple. ]
You aren't going to die.
[ Maybe. ]
Can you it down? I'll pull it off and we can start again.
[ All they can really hope is that Noctis isn't too far beyond tangled to get the robes back off him. Belatedly, Bellamy thinks he might have made that worse. ]
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You aren't going to die.
[ Maybe. ]
Can you it down? I'll pull it off and we can start again.
[ All they can really hope is that Noctis isn't too far beyond tangled to get the robes back off him. Belatedly, Bellamy thinks he might have made that worse. ]