[To say that he expects any one specific thing would be fallacy. Ardyn does expect a range of replies to be returned to him, as varied as different manner of people who exist and live here. But that the very first should be Noctis, of all people, is almost enough to dislodge the flippant air that he keeps so thoroughly anchored to his person. There are a multitude of reasons why this should not and does not add up; but more than that is the way that his attentions nigh hook into the boy’s words. The way that there is something sharp and acrid that exists in his own mind, lurching forth the moment Noctis “speaks” to him. Almost enough to burst through his usual designs of unflappability, making that proverbial dam creak.
It doesn't, though. Not quite.]
Noctis. It doesn’t sound like you’re terribly happy to hear from me. [Words like oil, testing the waters.]
that works for me! c:
It doesn't, though. Not quite.]
Noctis. It doesn’t sound like you’re terribly happy to hear from me. [Words like oil, testing the waters.]