[He's seen this guy a few times before, but it takes Noctis a few moments to process the how and where. His face is synonymous with the clinking of glassware and smell of fresh coffee and- inexplicably, the weird kink Noctis always gets in his back from sitting too long at one of the tables. The pack slung over his shoulder sways with the sudden contact, the press of a hand trying to navigate through the crowd.] What?
[Noctis' brows crease and his mouth is open, ready to dismiss the apology as unnecessary right out of the gate- until he registers the blood. The blood underneath the guy's nose. The blood on his sleeve. The blood now on Noctis' shirt. His posture shifts immediately. He doesn't fold in or start cocooning the guy, but there's a definite change to the set of his shoulders and the line of his mouth.] Hey- maybe you should worry about yourself first.
[It's too crowded for them to be able to just stop and have a chat right here, but he'll take his cues from the way the other man moves. It doesn't look like the kind of bloody nose he'd expect from a fist to the face. This is probably something else.]
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[Noctis' brows crease and his mouth is open, ready to dismiss the apology as unnecessary right out of the gate- until he registers the blood. The blood underneath the guy's nose. The blood on his sleeve. The blood now on Noctis' shirt. His posture shifts immediately. He doesn't fold in or start cocooning the guy, but there's a definite change to the set of his shoulders and the line of his mouth.] Hey- maybe you should worry about yourself first.
[It's too crowded for them to be able to just stop and have a chat right here, but he'll take his cues from the way the other man moves. It doesn't look like the kind of bloody nose he'd expect from a fist to the face. This is probably something else.]
What happened?