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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]

[ He often wondered what he would do, say, or feel if he were given the chance to see his father one last time. It was a thought that came to him plenty of times during the long car rides and restless nights. Since there were many of them? Not a single day passed without Regis crossing his mind. He loves his father dearly, always has. While the fact that he so casually smiled and sent Noctis on his way despite knowing what was to come angered him? He couldn't let that linger or fester. He'd forgiven his father quickly, even if forgiveness did nothing to settle his mourning. ]

[ Now that he has that last chance with his father, temporary as it may be, he realizes he has to force himself to thicken up. To take this as an opportunity and gift, rather than a curse or taunt. Noctis sighs, looking away from the painful smile that Regis gives him, finally nodding. ]

Yeah.

[ Swallowing thickly, he fights to gather himself as best as he can. For Regis' sake. For Luna's. ]

I'm not gonna squander this. I can't. I'll pull myself together one way or another.

[ His gaze shifts back, meeting his father's gaze again. Noctis tries a smile. ]

Thanks, Dad.