Noct doesn't think much of the weirdo passing out commemorative coins at first. There are strange people in the world, and Noct's met his fair share of them. Coming face to face with the crown prince seems to bring out the crazy in some people. But since the encounter, Noct's had this prickly feeling of being watched, turning around suddenly only to find nothing there. "It's paranoia," Ignis had told him when Noct asked if he noticed anything strange. "Dino's not going to expose us while we're risking life and limb to bring him crafting materials."
That's not what Noct is worried about, but he lets it go.
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It's not until a few days later when Noct wanders outside their motel room for a breath of fresh air before calling it a night that there the guy is, standing in the parking lot staring right at Noct.
"Are you following me?" Noct asks, curling his fingers in preparation of summoning a weapon.
The guy laughs. It's not a bad laugh, but there's a mocking edge to it, like he's laughing at Noct, knowing something Noct doesn't. "I'm just an admirer, your majesty," he says, sweeping a half-bow but keeping his eyes on Noct the whole time.
It's making Noct intensely uncomfortable, but he can't put his finger on why. He can't get a read on the guy at all, other than he's seriously weird in a low-key sinister way. Like the feeling of a make-believe monster in a children's story, lurking just out of sight under the bed. Noct's at a loss for what he should do in a situation like this—the guy isn't overtly threatening him, but he's clearly been following them, and Noct has no idea what he wants. Most likely, it's not going to be something as simple as collecting gems from daemon infested locales.
"Ah," the guy says, guessing at Noct's unease. He makes a grand gesture out of putting a finger to his lips. "Your secret is safe with me." He pauses, eyeing Noct up in a distinctly discomforting way. "But perhaps the prince could indulge me in something?"
Noct frowns, crossing his arms. "What."
The guy laughs again, taking a few steps forward with his hands out, palms up in a show of harmlessness, approaching Noct like he's some kind of wild animal. "Just to satisfy my curiosity," he says, and before Noct can react, he's got a mouth pressed to his, the barest brush of lips against his own before it's gone.
He blinks, completely flummoxed. Before he can decide whether to stab the guy or—whatever, he's alone in the parking lot. There's no trace of another presence save the lingering feeling of warmth on his lips.
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Date: 2016-12-21 01:41 pm (UTC)That's not what Noct is worried about, but he lets it go.
-
It's not until a few days later when Noct wanders outside their motel room for a breath of fresh air before calling it a night that there the guy is, standing in the parking lot staring right at Noct.
"Are you following me?" Noct asks, curling his fingers in preparation of summoning a weapon.
The guy laughs. It's not a bad laugh, but there's a mocking edge to it, like he's laughing at Noct, knowing something Noct doesn't. "I'm just an admirer, your majesty," he says, sweeping a half-bow but keeping his eyes on Noct the whole time.
It's making Noct intensely uncomfortable, but he can't put his finger on why. He can't get a read on the guy at all, other than he's seriously weird in a low-key sinister way. Like the feeling of a make-believe monster in a children's story, lurking just out of sight under the bed. Noct's at a loss for what he should do in a situation like this—the guy isn't overtly threatening him, but he's clearly been following them, and Noct has no idea what he wants. Most likely, it's not going to be something as simple as collecting gems from daemon infested locales.
"Ah," the guy says, guessing at Noct's unease. He makes a grand gesture out of putting a finger to his lips. "Your secret is safe with me." He pauses, eyeing Noct up in a distinctly discomforting way. "But perhaps the prince could indulge me in something?"
Noct frowns, crossing his arms. "What."
The guy laughs again, taking a few steps forward with his hands out, palms up in a show of harmlessness, approaching Noct like he's some kind of wild animal. "Just to satisfy my curiosity," he says, and before Noct can react, he's got a mouth pressed to his, the barest brush of lips against his own before it's gone.
He blinks, completely flummoxed. Before he can decide whether to stab the guy or—whatever, he's alone in the parking lot. There's no trace of another presence save the lingering feeling of warmth on his lips.
"What the fuck," Noct mutters to himself.