May. 15th, 2024

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"Really?! Do we gotta make such a big deal about it?"

Noctis gripes to his father over a private dinner while he pushes the candied carrots around his plate with his fork. Nice try there Iggy, adding sugar to a vegetable isn't gonna mask the gross.

"Birthday parties are for kids. It's not like I'm twelve." He sighs and lays the utensil down. "Besides, it's just gonna be attended by a bunch of stuffy nobles playing suck-up for their own gain. Not interested."