( the door opens, and kaladin responds by looking over his shoulder. he's tall, so tall he wouldn't clear the frame without ducking, but as noctis hasn't verbally invited him in, he refuses to do much more than turn to make his stormy dissatisfaction better known; however, the narrow field of view into noctis' room is enough to unfurrow his brow.
it's unexpectedly a mess. )
Storms, Noctis, what happened?
( noctis seems so put together, hair always done, clothes always nice. someone must've either ransacked the place orβwhat a chilling thought, that his comrade might ail from something. clutter is a sign of an overactive mind in some cases, but this seems... different. )
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it's unexpectedly a mess. )
Storms, Noctis, what happened?
( noctis seems so put together, hair always done, clothes always nice. someone must've either ransacked the place orβwhat a chilling thought, that his comrade might ail from something. clutter is a sign of an overactive mind in some cases, but this seems... different. )
Are you alright?