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.]
[ So said as he abruptly reaches for Ryuji the second the door is closed and they're hidden, slapping his shoulder to direct him into a turn. ]
If you don't see it, you're not a witness and you can't get in trouble. [ Incredible logic as he unzips Ryuji's backpack, starting to lift the weights out one by one. Only when he is fully laden with them does he turn back around, starting to climb the stairs up into the main lounge area so he can prop his own backpack on the table and start filling it with the pilfered burden. ]
[Ryuji goes to thank him- but he's taken aside and forced to face a different way. He doesn't quite get what's going on until Noctis starts talking, and he smiles softly as the other takes some of the weight, literally, off his shoulders. Immediately, he feels some of the pressure lift up from his leg and back, feeling a bit better.]
Shit... this training... it's pretty intense, y'know? Before it started, I was workin' out in the rec room every day, but then this got sprung on us, so I didn't get a day to recuperate.
[Doesn't watch him go upstairs because he's told not to, but can hear the footsteps and the zip of a backpack.]
Sorry, I know I'm pretty weak. Not much of anythin' really. But let's switch it up tomorrow, yeah?
[ The straps of the backpack are visibly strained as he eases them back onto his shoulders, overtop chafed reddened skin hidden by his clothes. That's the real pain in the ass for him, other than the wake-up calls and the shitty food. This isn't his style at all... ]
You're good to come up now. [ Already he's slumping into one of the seats, unwilling to traipse back down the stairs if he doesn't have to. ]
Hard pass, though. We're not doing it like that if your leg's messed up. Then you're just gonna' hurt yourself and it'll be harder for you when we land.
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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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[ So said as he abruptly reaches for Ryuji the second the door is closed and they're hidden, slapping his shoulder to direct him into a turn. ]
If you don't see it, you're not a witness and you can't get in trouble. [ Incredible logic as he unzips Ryuji's backpack, starting to lift the weights out one by one. Only when he is fully laden with them does he turn back around, starting to climb the stairs up into the main lounge area so he can prop his own backpack on the table and start filling it with the pilfered burden. ]
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Shit... this training... it's pretty intense, y'know? Before it started, I was workin' out in the rec room every day, but then this got sprung on us, so I didn't get a day to recuperate.
[Doesn't watch him go upstairs because he's told not to, but can hear the footsteps and the zip of a backpack.]
Sorry, I know I'm pretty weak. Not much of anythin' really. But let's switch it up tomorrow, yeah?
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You're good to come up now. [ Already he's slumping into one of the seats, unwilling to traipse back down the stairs if he doesn't have to. ]
Hard pass, though. We're not doing it like that if your leg's messed up. Then you're just gonna' hurt yourself and it'll be harder for you when we land.
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