"Do I really have that striking of a mug, then?" He shrugs at Noctis' observation about his weaponry and instead takes the lad's hand after moving his cigarette to his lips to free it up, speaking around it with the practice of someone who's been smoking for years. "Cid. Cheers, mate."
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Date: 2025-01-02 10:18 pm (UTC)"Do I really have that striking of a mug, then?" He shrugs at Noctis' observation about his weaponry and instead takes the lad's hand after moving his cigarette to his lips to free it up, speaking around it with the practice of someone who's been smoking for years. "Cid. Cheers, mate."