[ He is giving him judgment regardless, though he guesses the guy built... something all right. Not a fort really but it's getting there? Noctis is pretty sure he himself built some craftier forts in his day, but he also had the luxury of his father's wealth and a large supply of fancy blankets and pillows at his disposal.
The fact that this guy is so proud of his wall makes it all the more amusing and awkwardly endearing, as though Noctis really is dealing with someone younger than his appearance suggests. At the question, however, he blinks a little owlishly before his eyes follow one end of the wall to the other. ]
Do the honors of what?
[ He assumes he's not being asked to knock it down, though he almost impulsively wants to. But he has a feeling that won't go over so well with the stranger, so he'll refrain. ]
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The fact that this guy is so proud of his wall makes it all the more amusing and awkwardly endearing, as though Noctis really is dealing with someone younger than his appearance suggests. At the question, however, he blinks a little owlishly before his eyes follow one end of the wall to the other. ]
Do the honors of what?
[ He assumes he's not being asked to knock it down, though he almost impulsively wants to. But he has a feeling that won't go over so well with the stranger, so he'll refrain. ]