[Out of control is a good summary, though Noctis thinks it probably says more about the atmosphere within the Quad as a whole than it does about the gala they're attending. It's about perspective, probably. His line of work means he gets around more than most, except Killjoys maybe- no one has accused him of character building, but Noctis knows that the freedom comes with skepticism he can't quite shake. Loyalty is a valuable currency, it bothers people when they can't pin someone's down.
In the relative safety of Crowley's company (that'll be a joke for later) they're both temporarily saved from obligations to dance and the expectation of conversation. He doesn't glance over his shoulder, but Noctis does make a cursory once-over to the crowd. Looks like the festive mood is still going strong.]
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In the relative safety of Crowley's company (that'll be a joke for later) they're both temporarily saved from obligations to dance and the expectation of conversation. He doesn't glance over his shoulder, but Noctis does make a cursory once-over to the crowd. Looks like the festive mood is still going strong.]
Feel free to tell me you're cutting out early.