[ in the end, it's the smell of cooking food that gets him.
the skills fair itself turns out to be more overwhelming than noctis had expected -- full of unfamiliar noises and smells, and complete with enough of a crowd to make him feel a little dizzy. his head is still more than a little fuzzy from the accident, so it's hard to remember if places like this used to be his scene, but... he isn't exactly feeling it now, that's for sure.
but he's looking for people, and this has to be a pretty good place to start, right?
... too bad all he's really managed to accomplish is a bunch of dazed (and useless) wandering around. but there's something remotely familiar about the smell of cooking in the air -- does it remind him of someone? of home, maybe? -- so he lets himself be drawn towards it like a moth to the flame. the guy running the booth has his back towards him when noctis finally approaches, probably focused on whatever he's doing at the stove, so. a little awkwardly, noctis clears his throat. ]
Hey. Smells good. [ a pause, already vaguely embarrassed. even to him, that sounded lame. ] Uh, the food, I mean.
( BOOTH )
the skills fair itself turns out to be more overwhelming than noctis had expected -- full of unfamiliar noises and smells, and complete with enough of a crowd to make him feel a little dizzy. his head is still more than a little fuzzy from the accident, so it's hard to remember if places like this used to be his scene, but... he isn't exactly feeling it now, that's for sure.
but he's looking for people, and this has to be a pretty good place to start, right?
... too bad all he's really managed to accomplish is a bunch of dazed (and useless) wandering around. but there's something remotely familiar about the smell of cooking in the air -- does it remind him of someone? of home, maybe? -- so he lets himself be drawn towards it like a moth to the flame. the guy running the booth has his back towards him when noctis finally approaches, probably focused on whatever he's doing at the stove, so. a little awkwardly, noctis clears his throat. ]
Hey. Smells good. [ a pause, already vaguely embarrassed. even to him, that sounded lame. ] Uh, the food, I mean.