[He can't help the smirk crossing his lips. Yeah, they really are secretly six. While everyone thinks they're twelve.]
Holes. Plural. [He holds up two fingers.] Should've given it nostrils too. Ah well.
[Next time. There is a promise of a next time. He rests his father's sword on his hip for the time being, appreciating the weight over the uncertainty of having nothing but the ring on his right hand's middle finger within reach. Maybe after a few days he'll use the armiger again.]
And here I was considering making a tree fort. [He's kidding... Or is he? Nah, he's kidding.] Thanks for the warning. I'm Noctis. [He turns to him slightly. Well, may as well get the easy question out of the way first.] So, what was that thing?
I said easy, not lazy, neeeerd
Holes. Plural. [He holds up two fingers.] Should've given it nostrils too. Ah well.
[Next time. There is a promise of a next time. He rests his father's sword on his hip for the time being, appreciating the weight over the uncertainty of having nothing but the ring on his right hand's middle finger within reach. Maybe after a few days he'll use the armiger again.]
And here I was considering making a tree fort. [He's kidding... Or is he? Nah, he's kidding.] Thanks for the warning. I'm Noctis. [He turns to him slightly. Well, may as well get the easy question out of the way first.] So, what was that thing?