[Well this isn't going according to plan. Noctis isn't exactly great with conversation even at the best of times- he has a hard time socializing with people he doesn't know, and even among those he does, it can be hard to bridge the gap.
There's a bottle next to his elbow that has barely a few sips missing and Noctis leans back just a little, acutely aware that the angle of this conversation has shifted. Caution is his immediate instinct. His brows crease and one hand lifts to gesture vaguely at the crowded bar- a din of voices and clinking.]
It's Harvest Week? [Remember?] Everyone's here right now. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a dealer a block.
no worries!
There's a bottle next to his elbow that has barely a few sips missing and Noctis leans back just a little, acutely aware that the angle of this conversation has shifted. Caution is his immediate instinct. His brows crease and one hand lifts to gesture vaguely at the crowded bar- a din of voices and clinking.]
It's Harvest Week? [Remember?] Everyone's here right now. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a dealer a block.