I wonder how many you've had the chance to punch in the face.
[ Help...sometimes one has to do what needs to be done. Probably.
But, oh! Address. Ganymede goes ahead in sending the information right on over. He trusts him, so it's an easy and quick decision even if he fights the device for a bit. ]
Here's my address. And I'm guessing you just mean...you take secret passageways?
[ He's been staying at the Zodiac apartments while he's doing some dancing gigs here or there. Helps in saving money. ]
Usually I didn’t. I got pretty good at ignoring them when I was younger, but then they were really just—all bark, no bite, back then. These days it’s…more complicated.
[But at least these days he can fight back.]
Nope. I can warp—uh, I have short-range teleportation. Can’t get there immediately, but I know the way. I can be there shortly.
As in they probably really do need a good punch in the face? That kind of complicated?
[ If they were all bark and bite when he was younger...and now they're not, it's a safe conclusion to make, Ganymede thinks. ]
Short-range teleportation?
Well, alright. I'll be waiting for you when you arrive. [ He says this right as he gets right back inside since he was initially just outside, whoops... ] If you want a snack or something, just let me know too. I can probably whip up something, as I've been practicing, and I'm guessing it's been a long night already.
[Dickson, for example. Noctis had liked the guy, and now thinking of him infuriates him. Caleb hadn't even done anything but he'd still been a target—that wasn't fair, that didn't even make any goddamn sense from a tactical standpoint, why target his cousin of all people?]
Yeah, it's—I throw something and I teleport to wherever it lands. Does require something to throw in the first place, but I've got plenty of fishing lures and a good aim.
...all right. I wouldn't mind a snack, but I'll be happy with whatever's in your pantry. I just wanna make sure you're okay and you'll be okay, that's all.
Well, good. It's not pleasant but people do end up deserving getting consequences for their actions.
[ Ganymede isn't quite afraid to say as much.
But, that said, he begins to hurry to make something simple. Macaroni and cheese is a snack, right? He tosses some into a pot and water as well, letting it begin to cook on the stove. A moment of silence in consideration, as he wonders...how much stress and pressure has Noctis been under? He doesn't know anyone being targeted, he thinks. But, people who are under such difficult times and lending help to others might neglect to take care of themselves. ]
I'm not being targeted, so I think I'll be fine. Though, I think it's the thought that counts. At least if you're hungry, you'll be getting a bite too.
It'd be some measure of justice, for those they hurt. Not enough, but some.
[Mac and cheese is a snack and it has saved his life in college many times. He'd go home to make some himself, but currently home is occupied by Ardyn, and Ardyn is the main thing that's stressing Noctis out.]
I really wish that were reassuring, but—the last two were willing to chuck civilians into their weird nightmare dungeons. So just be careful. [This isn't even mentioning the damage the Dark Hour did to the city. But his serious tone grows warmer:] Thanks, seriously.
...I guess that'd be the unfairness of life to ensure only a smidgen than always being enough.
Though, back home, it feels like matters were more unfair. It's only here that it seems like people get what they deserved. To an extent.
[ ... ]
Nightmare dungeons? That...sounds creepy. I'll stay out of the line of fire. [ Ganymede does manage to brighten up at hearing the expression of gratitude before relaxing a bit in his reaction. ] Anyway, I'm just doing what other people would, so it's not a big deal. But, I guess you're welcome.
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[ Help...sometimes one has to do what needs to be done. Probably.
But, oh! Address. Ganymede goes ahead in sending the information right on over. He trusts him, so it's an easy and quick decision even if he fights the device for a bit. ]
Here's my address. And I'm guessing you just mean...you take secret passageways?
[ He's been staying at the Zodiac apartments while he's doing some dancing gigs here or there. Helps in saving money. ]
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[But at least these days he can fight back.]
Nope. I can warp—uh, I have short-range teleportation. Can’t get there immediately, but I know the way. I can be there shortly.
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[ If they were all bark and bite when he was younger...and now they're not, it's a safe conclusion to make, Ganymede thinks. ]
Short-range teleportation?
Well, alright. I'll be waiting for you when you arrive. [ He says this right as he gets right back inside since he was initially just outside, whoops... ] If you want a snack or something, just let me know too. I can probably whip up something, as I've been practicing, and I'm guessing it's been a long night already.
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[Dickson, for example. Noctis had liked the guy, and now thinking of him infuriates him. Caleb hadn't even done anything but he'd still been a target—that wasn't fair, that didn't even make any goddamn sense from a tactical standpoint, why target his cousin of all people?]
Yeah, it's—I throw something and I teleport to wherever it lands. Does require something to throw in the first place, but I've got plenty of fishing lures and a good aim.
...all right. I wouldn't mind a snack, but I'll be happy with whatever's in your pantry. I just wanna make sure you're okay and you'll be okay, that's all.
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[ Ganymede isn't quite afraid to say as much.
But, that said, he begins to hurry to make something simple. Macaroni and cheese is a snack, right? He tosses some into a pot and water as well, letting it begin to cook on the stove. A moment of silence in consideration, as he wonders...how much stress and pressure has Noctis been under? He doesn't know anyone being targeted, he thinks. But, people who are under such difficult times and lending help to others might neglect to take care of themselves. ]
I'm not being targeted, so I think I'll be fine. Though, I think it's the thought that counts. At least if you're hungry, you'll be getting a bite too.
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[Mac and cheese is a snack and it has saved his life in college many times. He'd go home to make some himself, but currently home is occupied by Ardyn, and Ardyn is the main thing that's stressing Noctis out.]
I really wish that were reassuring, but—the last two were willing to chuck civilians into their weird nightmare dungeons. So just be careful. [This isn't even mentioning the damage the Dark Hour did to the city. But his serious tone grows warmer:] Thanks, seriously.
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Though, back home, it feels like matters were more unfair. It's only here that it seems like people get what they deserved. To an extent.
[ ... ]
Nightmare dungeons? That...sounds creepy. I'll stay out of the line of fire. [ Ganymede does manage to brighten up at hearing the expression of gratitude before relaxing a bit in his reaction. ] Anyway, I'm just doing what other people would, so it's not a big deal. But, I guess you're welcome.