( He shuffles into the apartment and it's not like he had any real hope of Noct not noticing his appearance, but that tiny, little bit he had clung to that maybe it wouldn't be a big deal was totally gone at Noctis' words. He glances down at his feet, toes of his left foot sort of digging into the tile floor and maybe he should have just gone back to his apartment — and he tries not to think about how it's not viewed as home in his mind, how home conjures up images of the very apartment he now stood awkwardly in and has for a while now. Even if it's all awkward and weird in that moment, with the anger radiating off Noct and the sort of guilt that's spiraling in his own mind, settling into the pit of his stomach.
He looks up, shrugs, and wills Noct to make this not a big deal. Yeah.. right. That's likely. )
Got in a fight... detention blows by the way, sorry I'm late...
( And with that he's toeing off his shoes and trying to make his way past Noctis with so much forced casualness he's even side eyeing himself at the moment. )
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He looks up, shrugs, and wills Noct to make this not a big deal. Yeah.. right. That's likely. )
Got in a fight... detention blows by the way, sorry I'm late...
( And with that he's toeing off his shoes and trying to make his way past Noctis with so much forced casualness he's even side eyeing himself at the moment. )