[dude he's not gonna ride off with your soup bike ok, as hilarious as it might be
It's only a passing curiosity, after all, and his hand drops back to his side mere seconds later, focusing on Prompto. He remains standing, looking down at him.]
Of course I noticed.
[He says it with a purposefully detached air, revealing very little about how he truly feels about the matter. That those from Eos should awaken and sleep again at a moment's notice. That those walking connections to his "home" should have been conveniently shuffled back into their pods, organized neatly for them to look upon. Ardyn often fluctuates between apathy and bitterness where this subject is concerned. What does he care if they sleep? His focus had always been on Noctis, for his own reasons, but even then that means very little here. Why should he give it more than a passing thought? (Why is it fair that they get to return to a dreamless rest?)]
Disconcerting, isn't it? A flip of a switch, and they're turned "off". Back to sleep, oblivious to everything happening around them.
no subject
It's only a passing curiosity, after all, and his hand drops back to his side mere seconds later, focusing on Prompto. He remains standing, looking down at him.]
Of course I noticed.
[He says it with a purposefully detached air, revealing very little about how he truly feels about the matter. That those from Eos should awaken and sleep again at a moment's notice. That those walking connections to his "home" should have been conveniently shuffled back into their pods, organized neatly for them to look upon. Ardyn often fluctuates between apathy and bitterness where this subject is concerned. What does he care if they sleep? His focus had always been on Noctis, for his own reasons, but even then that means very little here. Why should he give it more than a passing thought? (Why is it fair that they get to return to a dreamless rest?)]
Disconcerting, isn't it? A flip of a switch, and they're turned "off". Back to sleep, oblivious to everything happening around them.
[A huff of air, almost amused sounding.]
Maybe it's a blessing, the poor fools.