Yeah, yeah. Hold on, I gotta hoist the rock of Gibraltar on my ass.
[What a horrible fucking slog it is to take the backpack with him as he travels down the hall of the capsules. As if the training couldn't get possibly worse, even BASE seems to thematically fit that of a war zone, and as Ryuji makes his way down the hall, he quickly realizes that he's... never actually seen Noctis' capsule and, uh. Well, he's only been on a few hours rotational sleep with his roommate.]
Which room was it again? Or, y'know. Send me a sign. A dagger in front of the door or somethin'. Either way.
If that's not some legendary stone of power then I don't wanna learn about it.
[ Ryuji goes quiet after that and thus so does he, busying himself with a few other nuggets of entertainment on the network with no similar realization that the blond has no idea where he's going. Oh. Right. ]
[14... okay, so he was definitely going the wrong way. Shit. He puts his thumbs under the straps of the backpack. He knows what the nerds in school feel like now, carrying all their books for the day at once. A little bit of a trek, but he tries not to complain to himself, or to the crows either, and he's standing outside the capsule.
[ It doesn't take him long to answer when he's already expecting him, nudging the door open with a cursory once-over given to the teen before his gaze then redirects behind his new friend. Almost as if he expects someone to be watching. Noctis ushers him in, then, exhaling a seemingly beleaguered sigh. ]
[Laughs dumbly as he comes right on in, noticing that this capsule is SO! DIFFERENT! than his own. But not really. Just has a different kind of air to it. God, these guys in COST need some trips to IKEA.
Once inside, he looks up at Noctis with his head still bowed a little lower- the strain on his back apparent.]
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I think
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I thought we were friends, man.
You don't just slay your buds like that.
[A few seconds later... playing along-]
I ain't no chicken tender
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Guess I'll look like a band member, rough for me.
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I know, you're probably like
Ohhh he barks a good game but can't handle shit without whining
Well, yeah. Mostly lol
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I got messed up pretty bad from an injury once though. So I guess I won't beat you up too much if you come over.
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[Sli...ght pang of concern here]
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[What a horrible fucking slog it is to take the backpack with him as he travels down the hall of the capsules. As if the training couldn't get possibly worse, even BASE seems to thematically fit that of a war zone, and as Ryuji makes his way down the hall, he quickly realizes that he's... never actually seen Noctis' capsule and, uh. Well, he's only been on a few hours rotational sleep with his roommate.]
Which room was it again? Or, y'know. Send me a sign. A dagger in front of the door or somethin'. Either way.
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[ Ryuji goes quiet after that and thus so does he, busying himself with a few other nuggets of entertainment on the network with no similar realization that the blond has no idea where he's going. Oh. Right. ]
14, I'll get up to get the door.
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Knock knock, Noct.]
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You weren't kidding.
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[Laughs dumbly as he comes right on in, noticing that this capsule is SO! DIFFERENT! than his own. But not really. Just has a different kind of air to it. God, these guys in COST need some trips to IKEA.
Once inside, he looks up at Noctis with his head still bowed a little lower- the strain on his back apparent.]
Yo, man... how you holdin' up?
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