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    Expression subtly contorts ; unease creeps along his spine& brow raises as realisation gradually sets in. No way. This guy didn’t look the oblivious sort, nor had he proven himself to be thus far. Surely – Ardyn would pick up on how Noctis had not implied for his jest to be earnestly considered  ( in any way ) – well, he’s fairly certain. Never has been very good at expressing himself & his humour can be quite blunt ; easy for another to perceive in the wrong light.

    Even so, Noctis can’t help but feel he’s been played & tragically, there's none other than himself to blame. Not like he wouldn’t still try to blame Ardyn if the others so happened to snap at him later – but he digresses ; for the time being, there’s little he can do, asides from begrudgingly follow through with his own suggestion. Lips part so as to counter the discreet dig taken at his driving capability – but purse awkwardly ; warily, though Noctis is uncertain why.

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    For once, he’s left speechless ; dumbfounded, and with an unpleasant sense of foreboding. Damn – this guy still gives him the creeps. But alas, he utters a halfhearted, Uh … yeah, thanks, and cautiously manoeuvres his way around Ardyn – & into the car. Well, at least it’s not uncomfortable. After adjusting some, he swings the door closed behind him. Fingers clasp together in his lap, and gaze curiously skirts across the car’s interior ; quiet – & patient.

    Noctis doesn’t think to turn – & fleetingly glance over toward his companions ; he’s already painfully aware what particular expression each of them ( most likely ) bear. Instead, he slouches back – in attempt to alleviate discomfort and anxieties, to some extent. All the same, his eyes betray him ; skittishly trail toward driver’s seat & alertly flicker unto the face of the man sitting himself down. “ … So, uh, he starts, “ you never explained why you’re helping.

twitch of scenario and severance of entourage places ardyn in monitor of noctis’s discard; his companions’ guidance a disposable luxury, or so it would seem. taking directive of his ‘ gullibility ’ with conniving hues, the immortal’s features are ominously pleased. ( step into an enemy’s territory with minimal pause , that’s our future king ). a remarkable spark transitions between that of the accursed’s mysterious air and the likes of the prince’s primary advisor, the scientia of the capital. elaborating their smoldered rivalry ( an emergent danger ), ardyn’s lips near arrogance, upturning in their graces to protective, affronted spectacles. ‘ if looks could kill , ’ he savors , ‘ i would allow you the pleasure , ignis . ’

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ankles track inoccupancy of driver’s seat, turning the chancellor to the fledgling opposite the vehicle’s glove compartment. a little bird of patience; noctis’s chirps are silent as the dawn. ardyn advances, accompanying the regality of his passenger and purposely overlooking the daggers now piercing his neck from behind ( thank you , trio ). materials of lavish complexity cushion his descent, heights at incline with the support of ruby leather interior. ‘ precious girl , let’s have some fun with him . ’

conversation initiated by the portrait of destiny ornaments calmness of palm as it shift gears of their ride; pronunciation of motion elicited by a discreet rumble of the engine. probing at his charitable nature sooner than expected, the youngling staggers the accursed’s preconception. nevertheless, speech impediments discredit noctis’s inquisition. a very minor tarnish, though it must be corrected if he is to be followed ( as the immortal once was ).

aaah , consider me an enthusiast for lending a hand . i couldn’t allow those migraines of yours to outlast you . ” dubious was his knowledge, problematic in its encroachment. noctis never mentioned his visions, burdensome in their throb. bypassing this anomaly, as he is nothing more than a ‘ kind stranger ’ — ardyn solicits an opinion of the heir. “ are you a fan of music ? most your age are — but i’m not to assume , lest i turn on the radio in vain . ”

 

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Ardyn Izunia
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