[ When Noctis wanders the halls of her apartment building, he isn't at all surprised with the style of it. He always took Rosalind to prefer the more elegant things in life. It's not at all intimidating to him, considering he lives in a modern-style penthouse.
He arrives at her door, and he almost doesn't recognize her with her hair down like that. Noctis has only really ever seen Rosalind in her prim and proper attire, her hair always pinned back and clean. Of course, he could easily mistake her for a classmate.
Noctis is wearing nothing special. All he'd really done was put on a pair of sweats and a beanie to shove his messy mane into, rather than brush it. It's too late for it, and he's too tired to care. Still, he looks briefly surprised by her look. ]
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He arrives at her door, and he almost doesn't recognize her with her hair down like that. Noctis has only really ever seen Rosalind in her prim and proper attire, her hair always pinned back and clean. Of course, he could easily mistake her for a classmate.
Noctis is wearing nothing special. All he'd really done was put on a pair of sweats and a beanie to shove his messy mane into, rather than brush it. It's too late for it, and he's too tired to care. Still, he looks briefly surprised by her look. ]
Hey.
Thanks for inviting me over so late.