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[ This isn't his first rodeo with social media, or he supposes... Something as close to it. Would this be considered social media if it's within a closed network? Noctis supposes it doesn't matter. This is his first shot, this is his means of feeling this place out. ]

I need a wheelchair.

Not for me... It's for a friend. I know there's a clinic, but I'd rather reach out and make sure I'm not signing myself up for the third degree when I try and claim one.

If someone could point me in the right direction of who I need to talk to or whether or not I just take it, let me know.

Ah.

Thanks. To whoever's reading.

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[Fish are gross and you, sir, are also gross. So says the ten year old, with perfect logic. They take note of the address, frown pushing at the corners of their lips at his choice of words. Not out of the woods. Like a doctor would say.]

Got it.
I'll be there as soon as I can.

And thank you for letting me help!

[ Fishing is a very relaxing, very rewarding hobby to have. Fish is also delicious. So how dare you judge a prince! ]

[ Noctis finds himself sighing rather heavily at the text. Whether it's out of relief, nerves, or both? He can't be sure. The fact that this kid wants to help is comforting at least, so Noctis is actually glad that they've met. Glad that Frisk has already met Lunafreya. ]

[ She's a kind soul. Who wouldn't want to help her? ]

Hey, I'm the one who owes gratitude.
I'm sure she'll be equally grateful.
We're here.

[Son they're ~~not really~~ the ambassador of monsters, they'll judge all they want.

And apparently, they'll help all they want, too. More than they thought they could do before, when Lunafreya was so insistent on not being a burden to them. It was enough just to get her to follow them, to take shelter, just for a little while...

Maybe this is how Sans feels, sometimes.]

One more thing.
Do you know a skeleton named Sans?

[ Lunafreya does that. Seeks to not be a burden. They've had a few conversations about that already, and it's pretty painful for Noctis to face. Hard to believe that someone so sweet, so kind to others, can be targeted by someone so sinister. It's his fault, really. It's his fault that Lunafreya was killed. ]

[ But that's another conversation for a later date. ]

Had to think back on how many skeletons I'm acquainted with, and that name doesn't ring a bell.
Should I?

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You'll probably meet him. He's really cool.

[Sans would probably say that Lunafreya reminds him of someone. Frisk...politely doesn't think about it.]

But when you do, please don't tell him I gave the hot dog to Luna.
I don't think he'd understand why I gave it away.

Oh, so this hot dog is sacred.
Got it.
Won't tell a single skeleton I run into. Much less one named Sans.

[ Okay, no, in all seriousness? He's pretty sure that joking about this isn't really the best idea. By the way Frisk is talking to him, this is a big deal. And he shouldn't have an ungrateful, sarcastic attitude but he can't... help it sometimes. It comes out on its own. ]

[ It's how he copes, honestly. ]

Your secret's safe with me, Frisk.

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[A little joke here and there never hurt anyone. As is, Frisk takes his words seriously, almost correcting him in the fact that no, the hot dog isn't sacred, it was just a present, and they've already argued about it-

But maybe it's okay if he thinks it's a little sacred.]

Thank you. I'm almost there, so see you soon!

[And true to their word, there's a gentle knocking at the front door, only minutes later. Slightly out of breath, Frisk leans back, politely waiting for an answer.

Hot dog in a container, carefully stowed under their arm.

Hey, hey Noct. Noct noct. Who's there?]

[ Look, this food has been made into a pretty Big Deal, so it's only natural that Noctis makes a sarcastic little jab at it. It's how he rolls, but he might not be doing it later when he realize how legit this is. ]

[ Noct-Noct jokes. He's never heard that before. ]

[ He leaves the bedroom where he's set up Lunafreya's space for recovery. And he's pretty much been in there with her the last few days without leaving. Minus Regis going in and out, that door has barely let people in. ]

[ He answers, peeking through the peephole before confirming who it is. Noctis opens the door. ]

Hey. Thanks for coming so quick.

It's okay

[You, sir, look like you've seen better days.

But so do most people in Hadriel, and a good portion of them aren't nearly as friendly. They give him a shadow of a smile as they enter, wasting little time in offering their prized container for him to see- and take, if he'd like.

It uh. It sure is a hot dog. Very hot and dog like, complete with the necessary condiments that do all 'dogs proud.

Yes, apostrophe dog. It's short for hot dog.]

Here. It'll help. Really.

[ Once, when he was a young boy, he was taught the ways of a diplomat. One of the many duties as king is to understand that cultures are different all across Eos. While his kingdom would be his responsibility and obligation, being friendly with other countries and civilizations is part of the job. He'd been taught to be enthusiastic in the face of learning the culture and ways of others. ]

[ This feels so ridiculously close to that. For whatever reason. He has no way of knowing what is so special about this hot dog, but apparently it's a big deal between Frisk and their skeleton friend named Sans. ]

[ So first, he lets Frisk in to his apartment. When the hot dog is presented to him in a neat little container, he accepts it. Noctis takes a look through the plastic, tilting it this way and that and... It sure... Looks like a normal hot dog. ]

Uh-huh.

[ He flips the container upside-down, then back up. ]

So what... Kind of hot dog is this exactly?

It looks normal.

[ Okay, so maybe he never did very well in said training. ]

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[Considering how important Frisk seems to think this hot dog is, they don't seem all that bothered by him shaking it around. His questions are... they get it. Really. It took them a while before they figured out that food in the Underground didn't immediately need to be stuffed in their mouth.]

It's monster food. Sans made it.

[Which is hardly a proper explanation.]

Um. It's made of magic. It heals you. And it never spoils.

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