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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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[Well hello again. Call it a sneaking suspicion on their part, but...]

Is it for the lady who got stabbed? I'm sorry I can't spell her name.

[ The contact is familiar. But that doesn't stop Noctis from perking his brow curiously to the reply. Oh gods, he remembers this kid. The kid who threw a stick at a godsdamned gigantic monster while delivering a (very funny) pun. ]

[ He's not in a place to judge, though. And kids can be weird. He was a weird kid. So, he responds. At least the kid doesn't come across as untrustworthy. Not yet. ]

Luna.
And yeah.

[ She had mentioned that she'd ran into a few people before he had found her. Looks like they've already met? ]

Why?

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[So it is her. Frisk's brow furrows, pausing for a moment, before deciding that this is probably... this is probably the right thing to do.]

That's her. I think I have something that can help her.

[Sorry Sans. Maybe the next one.]

[ Noctis is incredibly desperate to make sure Lunafreya gets out of this situation alive. Losing her again would mean practically losing his sanity at this point. He's been agonizing over her condition, watching her every waking hour and minute of the day. Scarcely leaving her side unless it's to get food or supplies. And even then, he makes it quick. ]

[ He'll take whatever he can get at this point. ]

Something?

[ He's not sure what this "something" is, but if it'll ease her pain or help her avoid infection? He'll take it. ]

A hot dog.

[They send it without thinking; intent on the mission they've given themself. Technically, they gave their hot dog to Chara; that was weeks ago, and whilst they have no doubt Chara's hoarded it ~~just like they would of~~, it's still kind of bad, to take it back. For a good cause, but Chara is...

Chara's not always about good causes, are they.]

[And then they do realize what they sent.

A hasty explanation is quick to follow.]

A magic one. It'll help, I promise.

[ The first text takes Noctis a good, long while to absorb and register. This consists of him staring at his phone literally reading the words "A hot dog" aloud in his apartment as if he's never spoken such words in his life. Of course, he knows what a hot dog is but what does... ]

[ The second text comes in, and it at least answers a half of his questioning. But somehow, placing the word "magic" in front of it doesn't make it sound any weirder. ]

[ Okay, yeah. Yeah, this kid is very, very weird. ]

A magic... Hot dog.
Uh.
I... Guess I'm not in any place to decline.
Thank you?

[ Should he feel bad for the way that came out? He's not so sure... ]

[Well excuse you mister "my favorite thing is fishing", but they happen to like hot dogs very much. The magic kind especially. And if that makes them weird, than so be it.]

You're welcome.
I need to get it from someone, but after that I can bring it to you. Are you staying somewhere?

[If he feels bad, that's all on him. The important thing is he accepted.]

[ Listen. Having fishing as a hobby is far less outlandish than the cultivation of magic hotdogs. At least fishing makes sense. ]

An apartment.
Here, one sec.

[ Noctis includes directions in a following text. Despite how strange this all is, he supposes he's seen far stranger. And he isn't at all in a situation where he can decline the good gesture of a kid who... Is very weird, but at least they're kind. Harmless. ]

Not exactly sure how this will work but,
Your help's appreciated. She's stable, we're just not out of the woods yet.

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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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Have you tried asking one of the gods?

I'm pretty sure there isn't any in the clinic.
This place is that shitty.

[Faith's stime has come.]

If your friend could use a heal, I'd be happy to do one!

[ Sigh. Not this again. It's not that Noctis isn't adjusted to calling upon the gods for help. He just got done dealing with that. The thing is? In his experience, Gods haven't exactly been the "friendly" type. Closest to friendly he'd gotten was Shiva, and he damn near died freezing to death in her presence. ]

[ That doesn't stop Noctis from audibly sighing and putting his face in his hands before responding. ]

No, actually.
Probably should have considered that. So which one's in charge of this kind of thing? There's, what, seven of them?

[ Excellent. Not really. ]

Awesome.
I shouldn't be surprised.
So my options are pretty much null, right?

[ Noctis at least finds some comfort in the third text bringing a small shred of good news. Lunafreya is a healer herself, but her abilities were almost entirely fueled by their own gods. With their connection severed, she hasn't been able to tend to herself much. If at all. ]

You're a healer?
Hey, our options are open.
You... Good with stab wounds?

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