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[kittycaterer]

[ 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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[kittycaterer]

No, it's cool. I get it.

Keeping it a secret isn't exactly necessary, even if I hadn't intended on bringing it up with anyone. We're worlds away, right? It's just awkward talking about it. Here.

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[so_dark_a_road]

Yes, I see what you mean. This is another world. But the network is not exactly the place for confidential conversations. It is not what I or anybody else would call secure.

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[kittycaterer]

Right.

So we should probably stop talking about it. Or alluding to it.

[ Unintentional sass and bad attitude: that's Noctis. Plus he just hates thinking about all of this right now. ]

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[so_dark_a_road]

Aye. We should.

[ Curufin has his own brand of sass and bad attitude, so he will never fault Noctis for his. In fact, he rather likes him for it. ]

Anything else we should talk about? You'll let me know as soon as you've decided on the specs for your weapons? I'm in the City Guard, and you can get in touch with me through the office. Or, at Delight's housing, unit #06.

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[kittycaterer]

[ While the subject is not necessarily new to Noctis, talking about it with people outside of his own world is almost more difficult than those within Eos. It's almost harder knowing that his father is here, as if Noctis should be handling it with a bit more confidence to ensure his father left his son with the right tools. ]

Right.

Thanks. I'll be in touch when I figure out what supplies are needed. And uh, thanks.

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[so_dark_a_road]

[ All of which are thoughts and feelings Curufiin could sympathize with. ]

You're welcome! We'll speak again.