IC INBOX = KAISOU

[anyprice]

Hey there, fam!! Caught me at a bad time! I might be in between jobs or, heheh, in between worlds even!! Leave ol' Sampo a message and he'll get STRAIGHT back to you as soon as he can! You can count on me!

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[illucesco]

Nah, it’s for guests in general. And I don’t often have those, so.

[He’s a social drinker, but otherwise he’s found it gets hard to code when you’re drunk and your vision’s a little funny.]

I’m not burdening myself with a crown, don’t worry. [This, coming from a man who’s got the Royal Arms stuck in a closet.] Don’t think I’d even know what to do with one, really.

[Though it had taken the king a while to figure out what to do with a crown himself, now that he thinks about it.]

When I say “my people,” I don’t mean the kingdom of Lucis or the city of Kaisou. I mean—my family, my friends. Even if it was a burden to find ways to protect you guys, it’s one I’m happy to accept, one I chose. [A wry huff of breath.] Maybe that makes me sound like the king but. I promise I’m gonna come back from any fights I get into.

[anyprice]

Aw. Well. I'm the best guest you'll have, so. Down the hatch.

[ he's going to crack the top, and turn to look at the other with a crooked smile on his face. ]

...Ey, that's good to hear. While I don't think you'd look bad in a crown, I think the thing'd be a bit too heavy for ya, you know.
And I like the reassurance that yer gonna' be okay.

[ he'll take a sip of the beer--and then raise a hand to wiggle his fingers at Noct. ]

Ssssso. How do we do this.

[illucesco]

[He decides not to point out that the crown of the King of Lucis was, by his father's time, little more than a subtle silver horn worn behind his right ear. The heavier weight is the ring on Noctis's finger.]

Just sit down at the table, and put your hand in mine. You can recite an oath if you want, but like I said, it's really not necessary here. Caleb didn't do it, for example. [There's no king to protect, no Lucis to guard. Just Noctis, trying desperately to keep his friends safe.]

[anyprice]

Yeah, well. Caleb's a lazy raccoon who's more socially awkward than he'll admit.

[ he's gonna scurry over and take a seat on the table, and offer his hand to Noctis. a clever little grin on his face. ]

I promise that I won't go fifteen years without calling you ever again--and that so long as I live and breathe, I'll spend every hour I'm not working training my skills to one day school your butt in videogames.

How's that for an oath?

[illucesco]

Least he's making more friends now. [He blinks in surprise, then smiles a little, clearly pleased.] Yeah. That works too. And I promise—I'll look out for you, and back you up if you need it. [Pause.] And not warn people when you're scamming them.

[It's just a little walking-around money. He takes Sampo's hand, and closes his eyes. The Ring of the Lucii glows a soft blue, and the smallest cracks form on Noctis's skin around the ring. With the glow comes a warm feeling, like summer sunlight on the skin, like a blanket draped over a sleeping body on the couch.

Then the feeling, and the glow, fades away, and Noctis opens his eyes.]

There. That should work. [He pulls his hands away, then takes the ring off and stuffs it into a pocket. The cracks are still evident, but begin to sluggishly fade once the ring comes off.] Try throwing something and concentrating on grabbing it before it hits the ground.