[he waves his hand dismissively, and its clear in the slump of his shoulders that while he's not exactly thrilled about it...he's not a tensed animal here. Not mostly, anyway.
He sighs just looking at Noct.]
Will you sit down already? You look more constipated than usual.
[friendship or not, he trusts that Noct at face value, at least. He says what he means and means what he says. Or he's an incredible actor.]
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He sighs just looking at Noct.]
Will you sit down already? You look more constipated than usual.
[friendship or not, he trusts that Noct at face value, at least. He says what he means and means what he says.
Or he's an incredible actor.]