Take some notes, so it'll be easier to remember what we want to do.
[Chuckling a bit, walking further to finally get out of the small crowd that had gathered to hang up their wishes, Noct only turns to look back and spy his particular one in the masses - no, he can't really see it in specific, but he knows where he put it. He knows... or at least, he hopes, he can really do it.
Looking up then to Gladio, Noct has a moment of just looking at him - and absently looking at his jaw where he socked him the other day. It's already mostly healed up, barely a dent on the guy, and part of him is grateful Gladio can actually take a hit. That Noctis lost his patience and determination not to get angry so quickly, it's sort of embarrassing - but disappointing Gladio is right up there with disappointing his father. He hates that feeling, he is afraid of that sense of failure.
So he takes a quiet breath and speaks quieter, eyes turning back up to look at him rather than the bruise.]
we're gonna need a bigger can
[Chuckling a bit, walking further to finally get out of the small crowd that had gathered to hang up their wishes, Noct only turns to look back and spy his particular one in the masses - no, he can't really see it in specific, but he knows where he put it. He knows... or at least, he hopes, he can really do it.
Looking up then to Gladio, Noct has a moment of just looking at him - and absently looking at his jaw where he socked him the other day. It's already mostly healed up, barely a dent on the guy, and part of him is grateful Gladio can actually take a hit. That Noctis lost his patience and determination not to get angry so quickly, it's sort of embarrassing - but disappointing Gladio is right up there with disappointing his father. He hates that feeling, he is afraid of that sense of failure.
So he takes a quiet breath and speaks quieter, eyes turning back up to look at him rather than the bruise.]
Hey, uh. Sorry for punching you.