[ Noctis will just snag the bed first because it's his one solace in this whole situation what with being kidnapped and almost transforming in public. He's still staving off the urge to do so now, holding in his magic because he doesn't want to be stun-locked again or wose, but it's difficult to calm his agitation, feeling like his skin is ready to jump from his bones at any second.
His arms close tighter around himself, head drooped low as he tries to telepathically contact Prompto or anyone else he might know. If they can hear him at all, he hasn't heard anything back yet. Maybe they're dealing with their own kidnapping situations and are on the run. He can only hope they got away, at least, not wanting to wish this on anyone else.
He lets his gaze drift over to the cell's other occupants, noticing one of them is looking less... lively than he last saw him. Not that he blames him. This situation is pretty shitty. ]
Maybe you should get the first helping of whatever they give us later.
[ Assuming their captors will even feed them, though there's no point in capturing them only to let them die of starvation after. ]
rooming with frands;
His arms close tighter around himself, head drooped low as he tries to telepathically contact Prompto or anyone else he might know. If they can hear him at all, he hasn't heard anything back yet. Maybe they're dealing with their own kidnapping situations and are on the run. He can only hope they got away, at least, not wanting to wish this on anyone else.
He lets his gaze drift over to the cell's other occupants, noticing one of them is looking less... lively than he last saw him. Not that he blames him. This situation is pretty shitty. ]
Maybe you should get the first helping of whatever they give us later.
[ Assuming their captors will even feed them, though there's no point in capturing them only to let them die of starvation after. ]