[ anyway, it's somewhere like... idk 2am. if meteor is sleeping, then good for him because he won't be enjoying that for much longer.
with a shuddering creak, which for a second he almost worries might actually wake even gladio from his slumber, the worn motel room door swings closed behind noctis as he emerges into the hallway. it's dark, aside from the only lamp on the wall which is all the way at the other end, and seems to flicker lazily every now and then, the light-bulb inside it trapped somewhere between life and death. it's in psychedelica. even so, it's enough to assure him he's alone in the corridor.
he holds his breath for a second, listening carefully for any consequences he didn't want from that racket he'd hoped not to make. but for a blessing, the seconds carry on as before, giving no indication that anyone noticed or heard him.
good. the last thing he needs is to get scolded for still being up at this hour. as if he's trying to be.
he passes the room directly across from the one he just left; that's where ignis and prompto are, which means it's also on the blacklist. not the place to go when he's unable to fall asleep. part of him wishes he'd have insisted on rooming with prompto tonight, if only because he's the only one who'd have understood; maybe he'd even stay up with him for king's knight.
but with things as they are, his only viable choice is the next door over, which he picks his way to with careful steps. he's glad there's no one to see him, hesitating for a second, his extended hand drawing back and then moving again, and then stopping. in the end, he still knocks. ]
Uh. It's me. Let me in?
[ as quietly as he can -- and, you know, presumably after he hears anything in response. ]
accepting this one but only if it's the square ones
[ anyway, it's somewhere like... idk 2am. if meteor is sleeping, then good for him because he won't be enjoying that for much longer.
with a shuddering creak, which for a second he almost worries might actually wake even gladio from his slumber, the worn motel room door swings closed behind noctis as he emerges into the hallway. it's dark, aside from the only lamp on the wall which is all the way at the other end, and seems to flicker lazily every now and then, the light-bulb inside it trapped somewhere between life and death.
it's in psychedelica.even so, it's enough to assure him he's alone in the corridor.he holds his breath for a second, listening carefully for any consequences he didn't want from that racket he'd hoped not to make. but for a blessing, the seconds carry on as before, giving no indication that anyone noticed or heard him.
good. the last thing he needs is to get scolded for still being up at this hour. as if he's trying to be.
he passes the room directly across from the one he just left; that's where ignis and prompto are, which means it's also on the blacklist. not the place to go when he's unable to fall asleep. part of him wishes he'd have insisted on rooming with prompto tonight, if only because he's the only one who'd have understood; maybe he'd even stay up with him for king's knight.
but with things as they are, his only viable choice is the next door over, which he picks his way to with careful steps. he's glad there's no one to see him, hesitating for a second, his extended hand drawing back and then moving again, and then stopping. in the end, he still knocks. ]
Uh. It's me. Let me in?
[ as quietly as he can -- and, you know, presumably after he hears anything in response. ]