[There aren't many voices turned to his direction. Noctis owns no property and has made no effort to travel in circles of influence. He has the connections he'd made in leaving Utopia, which allow him to attend events like this for the sake of networking- and he has some patrons he's collected since, doing jobs where he asks for no details and keeps his mouth shut. Part of the business is not socializing where anyone's eyes might casually land. Without wealth and power it would be uncomfortable to explain how they'd met. This is in everyone's best interest, really, and Noctis' aversion to small talk is grateful for the excuse.
He's making his way to somewhere a little quieter when he hears the address and the tone has him turning around to look for someone- well. Someone on his eye level.
A beat later than he'd like, Noctis realizes it's coming from a- kid.] Uh. No.
[The instinct to flee winds down, loses it's urgency, and Noctis' posture softens around the edges. It isn't sympathy so much as it is a deflation of his intention to go. The kid doesn't look like he's about to head anywhere either and instead- he looks a little like he's standing guard actually.]
honestly this is everything
He's making his way to somewhere a little quieter when he hears the address and the tone has him turning around to look for someone- well. Someone on his eye level.
A beat later than he'd like, Noctis realizes it's coming from a- kid.] Uh. No.
[The instinct to flee winds down, loses it's urgency, and Noctis' posture softens around the edges. It isn't sympathy so much as it is a deflation of his intention to go. The kid doesn't look like he's about to head anywhere either and instead- he looks a little like he's standing guard actually.]
It's not really my thing.
Not yours either, huh?