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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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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.]
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[ 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?
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[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.