[ Dark Bakura rolls his eyes at Noctis, having heard that line well over a thousand times before. Still, he's stepping closer to the other man than he had been before, his curiosity (and eagerness to gloat should his theories prove to be true, in the end) too great to contain, even if it means that he's standing well within range to reasonably be expected to give Noctis a hand.
Nevertheless, his hands remain firmly in his pockets as he watches the line waver back and forth in the water, the splashes growing louder and more frequent. ]
Were you a fisherman in your world, then? What's the biggest catch you've had?
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Nevertheless, his hands remain firmly in his pockets as he watches the line waver back and forth in the water, the splashes growing louder and more frequent. ]
Were you a fisherman in your world, then? What's the biggest catch you've had?