Oh, don't tell me the Chosen King is afraid of bugs.

[Ardyn rolled his eyes and sat down on the branch he'd warped to, mindful to stay out of Noctis' immediate reach for presumably obvious reasons.]

[Behold, for Ardyn's entire demeanor is that of a man who left the window open specifically for every last fuck to fly the coop.]

Life is indeed a long series of inconveniences, if I'm to run into you actually by chance for once.