[He's out in the garden with Freya and Stella. Soaking up the sun.]

[Nudge.] Hey, you. ✘ cara.

... It was a lovely voice, I'll admit.

[Slowly pulls Ignis Scientia. into a hug.]

[One year older. He rubs absently at his chin.]

[Snort.] Swooce if you want - - but be gentle.

[Hugs ✘ cara.. Warm.] How are you feeling?

[Falls asleep on a bed of paperwork.]

// It's 5.45am. I'm experiencing ... Insomnia. Ba dum tss.

[He's just... casually walking around the citadel in his assassin outfit. With the hood drawn, obviously, so no one knows it's him.]

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// I'M BACK. Time for replies and angst. Noctis is in trouble. Hoo.

[Pulls ✘ cara. into a warm, warm hug. Hello.]

// Excuse my absence again. All accounts. My finals are coming soon. I'll be back mid-November.

[Pulls ✘ cara. into a hug. Sniff.] Lavender shampoo?

[Yawn.]

Cara. ✘ cara.

[Phone buzzes. Angrily. He wakes with a jolt. The alert is bright on his screen. D-Day.]

[He takes a split second to breathe before dialing the number he knows by heart.] ✘ cara.

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