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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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[devotional]

[ Though she hasn't been in his physical presence for a very long time, Lunafreya is well aware of Noctis' bouts of impulsivity. This is the first time she's ever reaped the benefits of it, however, and as it's effectively her very first kiss, she scarcely knows how to react. She doesn't fall into a fit of blushing and stammering as they pull away, but her skin patches hotly with embarrassment and a desire to continue in spite of herself.

Noctis' actions always spoke much louder and more effectively than his words, and while a king should know how to speak with eloquence and grace, his actions are ultimately what carry the throne. Lunafreya is hesitant to give her own feelings a name, content to describe them to him and to allow him to deem them any title that he sees fit. Love is apt, but not wholly accurate; something so soft and shallow as love doesn't begin to cover the breadth and depth of the way she feels for him.

Lunafreya feels heady in the aftermath of his impulsive decision, though some long-dormant ache inside of her protests as they break apart. She keeps their hands connected, palms pressed together even as his brow meets hers, and she nods. It's all she can do.

She still thinks the betrothal is unnecessary, but she finds herself clinging to it in much the same way Noctis had. Though this changes... absolutely nothing, really, Lunafreya savors it for what it is, happy to simply be. ]

... Alright. If that is what you think is best... [ Luna murmurs, unconvinced but satisfied. While she knows the future is uncertain, she's happy in knowing that she can face it by Noctis' side, for however long that fate decides to grant it to her. ]

... That is enough for me. [ With that, she closes her eyes, content just to have him near. ]